When Tang San saw the blank gaze of the soft bone rabbit that Xiaowu had become, he knew that Xiaowu had not recovered. Eyes devoid of intelligence, spirit gone, she was no longer his Xiaowu. In the depths of extreme grief, Tang San's body chose to protect itself, his exhausted mind plunged him into a complete coma.
Even in the coma, Tang San was not at peace, various illusions constantly appearing in his dreams. He dreamed of his father, his mother, dreamed of Xiaowu slowly drifting away. His entire body felt as if it were in a scorching furnace, yet he paradoxically couldn't escape this painful sensation.
Not knowing how much time had passed, his consciousness gradually returned, and Tang San felt something fluffy pressing against his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes.