“Waldorf, I need bạn to wake up. I know what I đã đưa ý kiến and did earlier was wrong, but I…I…I tình yêu you, Blair. And I don’t know whether I’ll have the guts to tell bạn this later, but I do, Blair. I tình yêu you.” Tears fell down his cheek, as he held her hand in his, not letting go for a second.
“I tình yêu bạn too,” a weak voice replied from the bed.
He looked up, only to meet the eyes of the beautiful, but broken brunette, he loved. “Blair?”
She smiled. “I take it that you’re happy to see me, Bass.”