Chapter 1032

She rubbed her eyes vigorously and stared at Shen Jingjue's hand, thinking that she was exhausted and hallucinating!

"Jingjue...Shen Jingjue?"

Tang Qiaoer's voice was trembling and choked with sobs, and she called his name cautiously.

"Shen Jingjue...can you hear my voice? If you can, you can just move your fingers...Shen Jingjue!"

"Qiao'er..."

The hollow and feeble voice, in the room where they were alone, was so clear that it seemed to be deafening, which made Tang Qiaoer excited!

"Shen Jingjue! Are you awake? Can you hear me? Shen Jingjue!"

"Qiao'er..." The man's bloodless thin lips murmured, like murmuring in his sleep.

But even if he was dreaming, the only person he was thinking about in his dream was Tang Qiao'er.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Tang Qiaoer responded to him quickly with a tearful voice, and she was so excited that tears kept falling.

The next second, Shen Jingjue slowly opened his fingers, tremblingly interlocking with hers.

The man who was once strong and brave and protected her from wind and rain was now extremely difficult to perform such a simple action.

"What was written...on my palm just now?"

Tang Qiaoer's cheeks were hot and the tips of her ears were so red that they looked like they were bleeding.

"Don't write it... I miss you... tell me..." Shen Jingjue slowly opened his eyes, full of anticipation.

Tang Qiaoer's heartbeat was beating violently, and two waves of red suddenly appeared on her cheeks, spreading to her snow-white swan neck.

The little woman was like a red rose blooming in front of his eyes, so delicate and beautiful that he was attracted to pick it.

She slowly leaned down, her delicate body pressed against his chest, and whispered softly:

"I love you."

Shen Jingjue's eyes were filled with heart-wrenching tears. Every word she spoke was enough to leave an unforgettable mark on his beating heart.

He finally waited for her confession again.

Others get love through sincerity. Not only does he have to be sincere, he also has to risk his life.

Tang Qiaoer coughed slightly, but she was too shy and embarrassed to look into his fiery eyes, so she got up and wanted to ring the bell to ask the doctor and eldest brother to come over.

Suddenly, she let out a low cry and threw herself into the man's arms.

Shen Jingjue was infused with great strength by those three words. He pulled her into his arms, hooked his uninjured right arm around her waist, and held her tightly, his voice hoarse beyond words.

"I thought...I would never hear...you say you loved me..."

"Huh, there was a true love in front of you, but you didn't know how to cherish it. Do you blame me?" Tang Qiaoer curled up on him like a soft kitten, complaining sullenly.

"Blame me...it's all my fault, I deserve to die..."

Shen Jingjue rubbed her small waist with his big hands, recalling the scene of her crying and begging him, crying and saying she loved him, and felt that nothing could pierce his heart as much as this guilt, which made him twitch hard. Gas, choked with sobs and difficulty in breathing.

"I know that you have never really forgiven me...even if you say you love me."

Love and forgiveness are not the same emotion.

She loves him and giving herself to him does not mean she forgives him. He wasn't that self-righteous, and he didn't expect her to let go of her resentment towards him.

"It's passed."

Tang Qiaoer closed her eyes and smiled with relief, "Shen Jingjue, I forgive you."

Unknowingly, the man burst into tears.