Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the world shrank in her field of vision, layer by layer, and finally became a void without sound and picture.

In the hazy consciousness, there seemed to be a pair of arms behind him bent to support him, although not so wide and solid, but it gave dill a familiar peace of mind for no reason.

Quiet –

As if she had been asleep for a century, Dill opened her eyes again, her head still groggy and aching.

Especially in the back of the head, a dull pain hit me one after another.

She struggled to get up, but felt the force of the tight shackles as she waved her arms.

It was dark and the light around was dim.

Dill could only faintly see a black shadow lying beside her, and "it" stretched out its arms and locked itself tightly in its arms, so strong that she could not break free.

That person, with a light fragrance of tea, wafted into her olfactory world, as if it had the power to calm people's hearts.

Dill didn't know how long she had been asleep, but she felt soreness and weakness, and every inch of her muscles from head to toe had slackened her strength and was lazy and slumped.

There seemed to be something involved in the back of his hand, and the sound of "ticking and ticking" came, and a cool liquid flowed down the blood vessels.

Dill let out a long sigh of relief.

She felt that the arm that was imprisoned on her body suddenly stiffened, and then a trembling and hoarse voice sounded—

"Hour, are you awake?"

The voice was low and soft, but it was incomparably clear in the quiet of the night, with a tentative tone and full of caution.

"Um" is just a simple syllable, but for dill, it is extremely difficult to pronounce.

It's like a path that no one has passed, and weeds are growing and obscuring the road.

It's like an abandoned well, where the vapour slowly evaporates and the dust and moss bury it little by little.

Dill didn't know how long it had been since she spoke, but she knew that her voice was unusually hoarse, and the sound it made was as bad as a saw sawing wood.

"Is it okay to turn on the lights?" She said word by word, with difficulty.

Gu Yanxin let go of one arm and pressed the wall light switch at the head of the bed.

Soft lights come on, dispelling the boundless darkness.

Dill slowly turned her head to look at the man lying beside her.

The man's face was familiar to her, but the silhouette was so thin that it was out of shape. It was already sharp and angular, but now it is even more sharp and pressing.

The deep, pitch-black eyes were the same as before, but they were covered with red bloodshots.

On the smooth chin, I don't know when a beard grows, a dense layer of slag, showing a kind of depressed tiredness.

He was tired.

It was the first thing she felt when she saw him.

Some distressed.

This is another feeling that slowly gave birth to her heart.

At this moment, Gu Yanxin's eyes were slightly red, and there were faint points of crystal light in his bloodshot eyes.

He struggled to hold back the tears in his eyes and not let them fall.

There was some choking in his throat, and the voice he made became obscure: "Hour ......"

After just two words, he stopped his voice and could not continue to speak.

From coma to consciousness, it may have been a long sleep for her.

But for him, it was more than six months and more than 180 days of tormented waiting.

The doctor said that within 72 hours is the period when the patient is most likely to be awake.

He didn't close his eyes for three days, and waited expectantly.

However, three days later, she did not wake up.

Doctors say that within 14 days, the patient is more than 50% likely to be awake.

He waited at her bedside, but two weeks later she was still not awake.

Later, the doctor said that if 21 days had passed, the chances of the patient waking up were slim.

He had the most torturous week of his life.

Every minute and every second, he was expecting a miracle to happen, expecting her to open her eyes in the next moment.

However, he still did not wake up.

As the days passed, everyone, including Xue's mother, slowly accepted the fact that her daughter had become a vegetative person and could not wake up.

They gradually came out of their grief and gradually returned to their normal life trajectory.

Only Gu Yanxin still refused to accept it, almost stubbornly insisting.

He threw away the daily training of the club, let go of his responsibility as captain and stopped participating in all competitions.

Every day, every hour, every second, he was by his side, and he never stayed away for a moment.

What does it feel like to be alone, to persevere in despair that is not understood by everyone?

No one knows better than Gu Yanxin.

He takes care of her, never pretends to others, and his meticulousness and dedication are so meticulous that even Xue Mu is ashamed of herself.

Go back to the day when Team ED lost the match.

After the game, reporters flocked to the stage and surrounded Gu Yanxin and his teammates.

"Xinshen, do you think the result of this game is related to the selection of candidates?"

"Wukong, you played instead of Lin Yue in this game, is there any inside story?"

...

The reporters' aggressive attitude, Gu Yanxin didn't care much.

What he cared about was that those people were surrounding him and blocking his view of Ah Ma.

Gu Yanxin couldn't help frowning, the cold indifference on his face was even worse, and the lonely cold aura emanating from his body became more and more repulsive thousands of miles away.

In the face of reporters' questions, he just didn't answer with a cold face, and his long figure stood straight in the center of the platform, giving people invisible pressure.

Gu Yanxin walked out expressionlessly, and the reporters who followed him also moved with his footsteps.

Suddenly, I don't know what news broke on the Internet, and the reporters present shifted their focus one after another, and ran away quickly with their cameras.

As soon as Lin Yue came out of the bathroom, he was surrounded by a group of reporters.

He looked at the reporters around him with a bewildered expression, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Yue Shen, there have been rumors recently that you will quit ED, is it true?"

Lin Yue: ???

He's going to quit? How did he not know?

Before Lin Yue could shake his head, another reporter's microphone reached in front of him-

"Yue Shen, someone broke the news that you and Yan Mo, a third-tier female star in the entertainment industry, are you a couple, is it true?"

Lin Yue's face was slightly gloomy: "This is my personal privacy, it seems that I don't need to explain it to you." ”

In the eyes of many reporters, such an answer is no different from the default.

Then they asked—

"As we all know, Yan Mo's private life is chaotic, may I ask if you associate with such a person, aren't you afraid of affecting your career?"

'This time you didn't play and you came on with the reserves, is there an element to that?

"Since Yan Mo has already affected your career, would you consider breaking up with her?"

...

The reporters' questions are sharper than the other.