Yan Jiang shook his head. "I went to see one two years ago. It didn't have much effect."
Gazing tenderly at Song Fei's sleeping face, Yan Jiang said to Song Ci, as if talking to himself, "Sometimes when I stare at her, I have the feeling that she will open her eyes and look at me the next second. Song Song, do you have this feeling too?"
Song Ci gazed at Song Fei's face, which was as fair and rosy as a healthy girl's. She smiled bitterly. "Why not? All these years, I've always thought that my elder sister would wake up tomorrow. I've looked forward to it more than 2000 times and I've also been disappointed more than 2000 times."
Holding Song Fei's hand, Song Ci placed her cheek on Song Fei's palm. She nuzzled against it lovingly. "Ah Jiang, it's very cruel to wait for someone who is in a deep sleep to wake up. She gives you hope but also disappoints you. Over and over again, she will make you collapse sooner or later."
