This is the ninety-eighth day of his sleep—
The doctor shook his head when he entered the ward and didn't say a word.
Mu Dongzhi sighed deeply when he entered the ward, while his wife couldn't stop crying.
She looked at them with dark eyes, as if everyone had given up hope on Mu Huanian who was lying on the hospital bed.
Endless despair spread in the air.
"Isn't he... isn't he still here? You... why are you crying?" Luo Qingchen gritted her teeth, nodded slightly, and looked at the people in front of her, her eyes filled with tears.
It seemed that she was the only one in the whole world who believed that the boy who protected her with his life would wake up.
But she was still scared—
She was so scared that she didn't even dare to ask the system. Ask it if Mu Huanian will wake up.
Because she is afraid of knowing the answer.
This is the hundredth day of his sleep—
On this day, the sky was covered with dark clouds. The weather forecast says that two typhoons are coming.
She didn't like this kind of weather, it always felt like it would make her extremely fragile heart collapse even more.
The next second, she stood up slowly and closed the curtains to block out all the wind and rain.
9:50pm.
She sat in front of his hospital bed, habitually opening the storybook "Andersen's Fairy Tales" and talking to him.
"Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful mermaid. She fell in love with a prince. In the end, she lost her life for the prince, but she did not regret it at all..." When she said this, she was choked up and couldn't continue.
The music box on the table was rotating slowly, playing soft music.
The tinkling bells are crisp and particularly pleasant.
She raised her hand slightly, gently smoothed his eyebrows with her fingertips, pursed her lips and said, "Could you... You were a mermaid in your last life, come and save me, the prince, in this life!"
There was silence in the air.
Yes, how could anyone agree to her!
But - why didn't anyone agree to her
"Mu Huanian—" Her eyes turned red instantly. She held his slightly cold fingertips with her left hand and said in a choked voice: "Wake up... I beg you... you have slept for too long. …”
Once upon a time, these warm hands held her tightly.
Whenever danger occurs, he will always protect her immediately, regardless of everything.
Now, no matter how she holds these hands, these hands never hold her back again...
The wind outside the window is getting stronger and stronger, and the sound of rain breaks into my eardrums!
She suddenly felt empty in her heart, as if she was in a place that didn't belong to her. She wanted to go back, but there was a faint expectation somewhere in her heart.
She looked forward to the day when the young man in front of her would suddenly open his eyes and take a look at her.
Even just a glance...
People always say that death is a terrible and painful thing, but living is full of beauty.
But at this moment, she truly understood that the one left behind was the most painful.
"Mu Huanian, if I hadn't woken up, I wouldn't have liked you—" She held his hand tightly and lay on his chest, trembling.
Tears fell on the back of her hands drop by drop. In the quiet room, it seemed that the only sound left was her crying, so heartbreaking...
For a long time, he didn't give her any response.
Until she cried and said that when she had no strength to hold his hand, a warm feeling suddenly came from her fingertips.
I saw that hand holding her palm back and holding it tightly. A voice as cool as water came from my ears -
"Who are you?" (To be continued)