In the afternoon, Xing Ling sat alone by Ye Sihan's bedside, holding his hand with her head resting on her own arm, her eyes fixed on him.
The doctor said he would wake up, but they didn't know which day it would be.
Xing Ling treated every day as if it were the day Ye Sihan would awaken, brimming with anticipation day by day, yet met with disappointment just as often.
But she wouldn't give up.
Staring at him until her eyes grew sore and sleepiness overcame her, she fell asleep with her love for Ye Sihan enveloping her.
After she fell asleep, the hand she was gripping twitched slightly.
Xing Ling was deep in sleep, completely unaware of it.
Ye Sihan, lying down, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed for a moment, seemingly pained with furrowed brows as if his mind was overwhelmed.
He was about to move his hand but then felt another soft one.
Ye Sihan turned his face and his eyes fell on the sleeping Xing Ling.
