Gu Chengrui remained unresponsive, like someone in a deep sleep.
Zhou Ying examined him again, her hope fading with each pass.
Forced to leave her interspace, she was met by a tearful Guoguo at the door.
"Don't cry, sweetheart. Your father's just tired. He's sleeping."
"But everyone says he fainted!" Guoguo sniffled, her eyes red-rimmed.
Zhou Ying smiled gently. "Do you trust Mommy or the others?"
"Mommy," Guoguo mumbled, wiping her tears.
"That's my girl. Now go learn your embroidery. I'll be here with Daddy."
Alone again, Zhou Ying watched Gu Chengrui's still form. Tears welled up, blurring her vision.
Pulling a chair close, she grasped his hand and began to talk about their children.
Meanwhile, Gu Chengrui found himself trapped in a foggy maze, his frantic calls echoing unanswered.
