Her hand was held tightly in his… radiating his unique warmth.
Lily Anderson kept calling his name desperately, "Ethan… Ethan…"
Suddenly, Ethan Blackwood's hand fell lifelessly.
Lily froze, her hand still lingering in midair, the warmth of his touch still present in her palm.
Yet his eyes remained closed, and he continued to sleep deeply. It was as if the person who had just gripped her hand… wasn't him.
He still hadn't woken up.
He was trying so hard, yet he couldn't wake up… Was it possible that he could hear her voice?
Wiping away her tears, Lily picked up the English novel and continued reading by his bedside. It was remarkable how far she had read—nearly finishing the book—yet he still hadn't awakened.
When the on-duty doctor and nurses came in, they saw Lily again reading aloud by his side. Quietly, they sat down in the corner of the room, her soft, raspy voice lulling them into a sleepy haze.
