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It was the second day, and Jin Shuren had been sitting there the entire time, his tall frame hunched in the chair, his eyes bloodshot from sleeplessness. He hadn't moved except to light a cigarette that never reached his lips.
The door leading into the room suddenly banged open. Yueqin rushed in, her schoolbag bouncing against her back, her braids loose from running. Still in her uniform, she clutched the straps with both hands, breathless.
"Daddy!" Her voice cracked as she stumbled toward the bed. "Mommy hasn't woken up? Will she?" Her wide eyes darted to Yueyao's still form, pale and unmoving against the sheets. She didn't even look at her father, too gripped by the fear twisting in her chest.
Jin Shuren's jaw tightened. He had heard those words from every corner, be it the nurses, physicians, or even in his own thoughts, but hearing them from his daughter pricked a nerve raw. His voice came out low, edged with irritation.
