Ye Shikai returned to the intensive care unit, where Su Qingyu was still lying on the hospital bed. The room was so quiet that only the beeping of machines could be heard, along with the faint sound of Su Qingyu's breathing. Despite the doctor's continual reassurances to Ye Shikai, anyone with a little common sense could tell that the more the doctor comforted him, the slimmer the chances of Su Qingyu waking up.
It had been several days now. If she were going to wake up, she probably would have done so already.
"Qingyu, you really love to sleep, don't you?" Ye Shikai stroked Su Qingyu's face, saying with a smile before turning his head and sighing softly.
"You're still not awake. What am I to do?" Ye Shikai said with a smile, his face marked by endless vicissitudes.
"Knock, knock, knock." At that moment, there was a knocking at the door. Ye Shikai turned his head sharply; Ji Qian was standing quietly at the entrance.
"You're here."
