"Ms. Cheng, it's a pity that the nerve in your right hand was severed by a fragment..."
"I just want to know, will I never be able to play the cello again?" She looked at her bandaged right hand, her face was pale and haggard, making it unbelievable that she was the arrogant Cheng Xikou.
On the rooftop, she sat quietly on the edge of the rooftop, the biting wind blowing on her face, the bandage was thrown on the ground, the scar on her right hand had not healed, and blood would flow out with just a slight exertion. The door was kicked open, he came in a hurry, his tie was torn off and hung casually beside him. His face was downcast, but it didn't hide his nervousness.
"Cheng Xikou, get down here." He yelled. He was afraid, and fear made his clenched fist hands tremble.
"I just want to go find my mother. I miss her." With a hoarse voice, she looked back at him. His heart ached, the pain penetrated deep into his bones. He strode towards her, fearful yet sure with every step.
"Cheng Xikou, do you think you can get rid of me by dying?"
"I'm very tired, let me rest." She said coquettishly like a child.
"No matter how tired you are, you have to hold on." He was still a little short of reaching her.
"Without her right hand playing the piano, without you. Cheng Xikou's tears fell freely, hysterical. Without the cello, her world would not collapse. However, without Cheng Yaoze, she could not hold on.