"Doctor, is my sister about to wake up?" Rong Kuo's voice was choked with emotion. "I said she would wake up, and she definitely will. We've depended on each other for more than ten years. She can't just leave her big brother and go."
"None of you understand how much suffering my sister and I have endured to get here today. So, you don't believe me, but it doesn't matter. As long as I believe she'll wake up, that's enough."
As Rong Kuo spoke, the person lying in the hospital bed suddenly shed two lines of clear tears.
Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, then slowly nestled into her hair.
At this moment, Rong Kuo seemed to see the dawn.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the tears at the corner of Rong Qingqing's eyes. At this moment, he finally confirmed that Rong Qingqing had always been able to hear him speak.
Rong Qingqing had always reacted to the sounds of the outside world.
She doesn't not want to live, doesn't not want to wake up.
