On the hospital bed, Bai Xiaolian still lay unconscious. All the auxiliary treatments had been withdrawn, leaving only nutrient solutions being administered.
Her once plump chin had now become pointed, visibly depreciating with each passing day.
Quan Zehao was massaging her limbs, trying to prevent her muscles from wasting after a long period of inactivity.
She could hear everything Quan Zehao was saying, but she simply could not wake up.
She didn't know what was wrong, she felt like she was trapped inside a bottle, aware of the world outside but unable to break free.
"Honey, you've been in a coma for thirty days now, I know you're punishing me," he would say every day, with the days being the only changing variable.
No, that's not it.
Bai Xiaolian felt desperate but couldn't speak.
She knew how much Quan Zehao had suffered during these days. She didn't mean to punish him at all. He has been doing well enough. What else could she ask for?
