Inside the hospital room, an invisible low pressure permeated the air.
By the bedside, Yun Lih sat upright in a chair, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Xia Siyu.
Usually, Xia Siyu took the lead in their conversations.
She would start talking, and he would follow her lead.
But now, the person who often chattered in his ear was deeply comatose, and the overly quiet atmosphere was unsettling.
People, you know, are most afraid of habits forming imperceptibly.
Yun Lih propped his forehead with one hand, eyed Xia Siyu's cheek, and sighed softly, "You really are silly."
The only response was the ticking of the machines.
That night, Yun Lih stayed up all night, keeping vigil at Xia Siyu's bedside, waiting for her to wake up.
...
The next day, at the South Sea Li Family.
Xi Luo had just finished breakfast when she ran into Zong Yue outside the door.
Their eyes met, both momentarily surprised.
"President Xi?" Zong Yue looked at Xi Luo in astonishment, "Are you here to see Qiaoqiao?"
