Liang Zhong Zemin sat beside her reading quietly, the woman in the hospital bed was still sleeping. She had been sleeping for days now. Today would be the fourth day since she had fallen into the void without signs of waking from her slumber. The bags underneath Liang Zhong Zemin's eyes said everything, he had stayed up an unhealthy amount of hours trying his best to preserve the life of the woman sleeping beside him. Just so she could give him the answers that person sought.
She was ready to leave, it was obvious. It was painfully obvious. Liang Zhong Zemin spotted a flash of green and his eyes are lift from the words in his book towards the leaf fluttering from the window. His eyes follow its descent and swaying as it gracefully dances to the wind before landing on top of his hand holding the book open. Was autumn already coming? How long have they been at this?
