Today was a beautiful day, with the golden sun pushing through the azure sky, showering warm rays that even pierced through the windows and spilled onto the hospital corridors.
Fu Yang stood at the doorway of the hospital room, watching the sunlight rest on Fu Siyu's shoulders, but it felt as if it had merged with darkness, leaving no warmth to be felt.
He still couldn't accept that Shu Wan had become comatose, nor did he know how to persuade Fu Siyu, because even he himself couldn't let it go.
It was the time of the New Year when wishes were exchanged, and naturally, Shu Wan had received many.
"Happy New Year, what are you doing at home? I've got your New Year's gift ready, don't forget mine. With your rich husband and your own profitable company, I won't accept any cheap gifts."
"Babe, the New Year's cover of that magazine was such a success; the editor called to say it broke sales records. He wants to book you for the spring issue as well; what do you think?"
