Quan Feiyi will tell her about the affairs between them in the ear of the painter every day, I heard that this can wake up the unconscious person, so that she also has a greater desire to seek business, although she is not dead now, but when she will wake up I don't know, so he does it every day.

Days like this passed day by day, and in the first three months, Quan Feiyi was almost full of anticipation for her awakening.

Gradually, however, he realized that she didn't seem to be waking up.

That feeling of companionship faded, and I could only feel the breath that she was still alive, and I could only look at this beautiful face, so quiet.

"Draw a pity, the doctor said you would wake up. But why haven't you woken up after so long? ”

"It's not that I don't want to wait for you, it's just that only I am talking about it, but you don't want to pay attention to me, I am very panicked......"

"If you can hear me, wake up and see me sooner, okay?"

Wuxing couldn't help but sigh when he saw that his initial hopes were gradually disappointed, and his face seemed to have lost the initial joy.

I don't know if the doctor is a liar, but the princess doesn't seem to be dead.

If it were a dead person, how could there be such a corpse that would never decay?

So, the princess will wake up.

But when, exactly?

Wuxing looked at the gloomy look on the man's face, and sighed lightly in his heart, if there was no doctor to say at the beginning, maybe the prince would have been gone. So no matter what, the prince survived.

Even if it's just a white lie, let it last forever.

……

Another few months have passed, and it has been more than half a year since Hua Xi fell into a coma.

Quan Feiyi's heart was about to dissipate even that little bit of hope, he just talked to her like this day after day, looking at her face.

"Painting, are you lying to me? You said you wouldn't blame me anymore, but now you're going to punish me in this way? ”

"I know I'm wrong, but when you wake up, blame me...... Good no good? ”

"You said we were going to see the outside world, but you are so unconscious, how can you see the bigger world outside?"

"Draw a pity, open your eyes and look at me. I haven't seen your eyes for so long, and I miss you so much...... Don't you want me? ”

He gently stroked her face, and every day he couldn't finish talking, and he was even reluctant to sleep.

Every day is a new hope, but also a new disappointment.

"Painting ......"

Quan Feiyi closed his eyes, buried his face in her neck socket, and gently sniffed the breath on her body, which smelled good and cold.

A warm liquid gradually trickled out, slowly slicing down her white neck.

He didn't move for a long time, until a pair of hands slowly lifted up and touched his body.

"Right ......"

There is only one word out of the mouth, dry and hoarse, and it is difficult for a woman who has not spoken for too long to continue to make a sound.

Quan Feiyi trembled slightly, his body stiffened, but he didn't dare to raise his head.

It was as if he heard the painting calling him.

It was as if he felt the painting touching his body.

But he was afraid that it was just a dream, an illusion caused by his thoughts day and night. When I woke up from the dream, the hallucinations disappeared.

So he didn't even dare to raise his head, so he could only stalemate like this, and continued to bury his face in her neck socket.

The finger moved lightly again, and the painting was really not able to make a business, and the strength was very small, almost nothing, so he could only touch him lightly, hoping that he could feel it himself.