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Every time he visited her, he would hold her hand and say that as long as she was willing to wake up, he would give her anything she wanted.
Now, she had finally awakened.
That joy and excitement of regaining what was lost made even him, who hadn't shed a single tear in many years, want to cry out loud.
"Xiaomai—"
He sat in front of her bed, took her hand, and called her name.
Mai Xiaomai did not respond. She just blinked her eyes, looked at him blankly, and her hand slightly retracted, trying to pull away from his tight grip.
"Qiao son-in-law, Xiaomai is awake, but—"
Mom Mai said while wiping her tears, "I called her just now, and she didn't respond. She just looked at me like this. I don't know if she has amnesia like they show on TV."
"Xiaomai, do you recognize me?"
Qiao Chutian's dark eyes filled with hope as he anxiously asked.
Mai Xiaomai looked at him, her eyes blinking like a baby's, and she pressed her lips together without speaking.
