She imagined the careful arrangement, the dresses and portraits, the meticulous effort that her Uncle poured into preserving Yueyao's fragile peace. A quiet respect settled over her, understanding that Yueyao needed him far more than she could intervene.
And somewhere deep inside, a cautious hope flickered. Perhaps, with vigilance, patience, and these delicate threads of care, Yueyao might one day awaken fully, safe, recognized, and whole.
After falling asleep, Yueyao did not wake up. Her slumber stretched into a harrowing two weeks, leaving everyone on edge.
By the end of that period, Jin Shuren had no choice but to rush her to the hospital for emergency care.
The doctors ran tests, monitored her closely, but their expertise offered no answers, nothing could rouse her. He called in every specialist he could reach, hoping someone, anyone, might provide a solution. Yet each response was the same, delivered with grim consistency: *Just wait…*
Just wait for her to wake up.
