"Hello ma'am." A man in a black suit greets a woman.

The woman didn't speak, looked at the fountain next to the car faintly, and then, looking away, walked forward.

The man closed the door and the driver drove to the garage to park.

This villa with a rather European-style building has a wide area and an open meadow behind it.

The woman is in her forties, because she is well maintained, she looks like she is in her thirties, she is the hostess of this villa, Duan Bingxue.

As the name suggests, she doesn't have much smile on her face, she is an ice beauty.

Her husband died not long ago, and her only son is lying in a pile of instruments and is still unconscious.

In a way, she is also a poor woman.

Her husband died, leaving a mess to clean up, and her son was unconscious, and she broke her heart.

In an empty room, it was a little dark, and the wind blew in from time to time at the window, blowing the light curtain swaying.

The room is in cool tones, with high-end medical equipment, and is surrounded by a person.

It was a man, he was lying on the white hospital bed, motionless, even breathing extremely weakly, if it weren't for the pile of medical instruments, he would have died.

His appearance can be traced back to an accidental plane crash a year ago, when he was on a plane to the United States, unfortunately encountered a plane crash, the plane fell from a high altitude, the passengers or flight attendants on the plane died, and the injuries were injured, and he remained unconscious.

It's been a year.

None of the top doctors in various countries could save him.

Whether he wakes up or not depends entirely on his own creation, or miracle.

For him, Duan Bingxue did everything he could.

……

In the afternoon, the sun sets in the west.

The sun shone obliquely through the window and reflected on the man's face, his face was very good, even after a year of coma, there was still no change, and the skin was very elastic.

His face, even if he has plastic surgery, can't make him so moved, there are many things, and he still needs a person's temperament to support it.

How strong can a thin face be?

In the empty room, he lay quietly alone, very quiet, except for the wind that blew in from time to time through the window, which was the sound of the instrument's dutifulness.

What a terrible fact it must be for a person to rely on a bunch of instruments to barely survive lying motionless, and this man has suffered for a year.

Seemingly, he had had enough.

The fingers are slightly bent, the eyes slowly open, and the thin lips are gently opened, swallowing fresher air.

The first ray of light slowly crept into his eyes, he was not very comfortable, the first ray of sunlight that suddenly shone in the darkness for a long time, he frowned slightly, his eyes closed, and slowly opened again, the light was still very dazzling, he subconsciously wanted to reach out to cover his eyes.

It's just that the left hand is supported by a needle and can't move, and the right hand doesn't have any strength.

He could only force himself to accept this long-lost light.

His eyes were fully open, light crashed into his pupils, and for the first time in a year, he opened them.

It was a room, an empty room, without any clutter.

It was very clean, seemed to be cleaned a lot, even the ceiling was spotlessly clean.

The air was fresh, and outside the window was a meadow, and not far from the meadow was a green wood.

He could see where he was, trying to speak, but his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't say a word.

In my ears, the sound of the instrument echoing from time to time.

In the next room, the servant who watched the surveillance saw the movement of the man on the hospital bed in this room, and quickly ran over.