Even if He Yingdong wanted to tear down the entire hospital, it would be useless.
Li Jiaqi would never wake up again.
The blood that needed to be transfused was transfused, the drugs that needed to be used were used, yet she just couldn't regain consciousness, and the doctors were at a loss.
She lay quietly on the hospital bed, looking so small she seemed like a little girl who had just graduated from middle school, her long eyelashes tightly shut, her pale face devoid of any color.
The sun shone through the window, the room was empty, devoid of any sign of life.
He Yingdong stood silently next to the hospital bed; he hadn't moved an inch for an entire day and night.
The words she once said replayed in his ears like scenes from a movie…
"He Yingdong, I think we're just like in those Korean dramas, you need to give me nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, take me out on a yacht, watch the sunrise with me, and take me to the movies!!"
