The afternoon sunlight was splendidly bright. A gentle breeze moved the window sheers, causing the lush balcony plants to sway uncertainly. In the room lay a tall and well-built man with black hair, lying face-up on the hospital bed. His right hand was in a cast and bandage from a fracture. His cheeks had grown slightly gaunt, and his eyes were closed without the slightest response to the outside world.
"Yang! Wake up! What's going on? I clearly heard you speak…" Jessica's entire being was in a frantic state, constantly pushing his body, her heart pounding wildly, her mind almost a blank slate! Although she had dreamt of his awakening every day for the past week, that sound of "uh-uh" she just heard was definitely real! It was not an illusion! Jessica held her breath as she recalled, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! What is the key point? She turned her head to look at the TV screen, where the DV short clip he named "Who's the Good Cop? Who's the Bad Cop?" had just finished playing.
