Two days passed, and Bai Xiaolian remained unconscious. Like Sleeping Beauty, without her oxygen mask, there was no sign of her regaining consciousness.
Qiao Qianxun looked at Bai Xiaolian, unable to hold back his tears.
"Xiaolian, wake up soon. The babies have passed the critical period. They're waiting for you to see them."
Bai Xiaolian had no response. Qiao Qianxun began to cry. "Xiaolian, I beg you. I can't bear to see you like this. Zehao has aged ten years in these past two days. If you don't wake up soon, he might break down."
Quan Zehao just sat silently by the bedside. The past two days had indeed left him in a state of despair, a shadow of his former self.
Qiao Qianxun heaved a sigh. Being anxious wouldn't change the condition Bai Xiaolian was in.
Maybe she'll wake up just like Li Mingxun did, at the time she should be waking up.
But when is that moment? It's like a key. But where is the key?
"Zehao, you need to pull yourself together."
