Yes, it's almost been a year.
Shen Cheng felt inexplicably suffocated.
She looked at the hospital director and asked in a low voice, "Director, how is my brother doing now?"
The director said: "Shen Mu's condition is very optimistic. Now he can slightly move his hands and feet and has basic consciousness. There is a high chance of him waking up."
Although it was good news, it somehow made Shen Cheng feel uneasy.
After a brief silence, she barely opened her lips, "Please take us to see him, Director."
The director nodded, "Follow me."
The hospital room.
Shen Mu lay on the hospital bed, his face almost a carbon copy of Shen Cheng's, pale without a trace of color.
Shen Cheng walked to the bed, reached out to tidy up his blanket, and said coolly, "You've been asleep for six years and still refuse to wake up; keep sleeping if you're so good at it."
The person on the bed slept deeply, oblivious to her voice, showing no sign of waking up.
