Tang Shi had a very long dream.

I dreamed of everyone she had met in her life, from the beginning, her parents and brother, the prisoners in the five-year cage, Tang Wei, Fu Muzhong, Su Qi, and everyone in the studio, and finally stopped on her face.

A face with delicate but cold features, a pair of eyes as dark as midnight.

Tang Shi wanted to wake up, but she couldn't control her brain. Her brain seemed to no longer listen to her. She issued the instructions to wake up, but her brain was still in a deep sleep.

The eyes cannot be opened.

Both hands can't move.

She felt that her state was very suitable for the vegetative. Her senses had come alive, and occasionally she could hear the sound of talking outside.

But she couldn't open her eyes and could not see anything. She repeated the nightmare over and over again, falling from the abyss again and again.

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"What should she do in this situation?"

A week later, Bo Ye stood in Jiang Ling's office, his face full of anxiety. The man was still bright and beautiful, but his eyes were extremely hot. "She has been in a coma for a week."

"She is gradually recovering now." Jiang Ling gave Bo Ye a cigarette. He was a doctor and did not smoke normally. He would only think of smoking when he was unable to relieve the pressure. It can be seen that he was not in a good mood now.

"But her brain is still in a coma consciousness." Jiang Ling smoked, vomited out the smoke, then turned to look at Bo Ye, "Old Ye, let me be honest, you are not doing this right."

It can be described by more than three words that are not authentic.

Because Jiang Ling is Bo Ye’s friend, he gives him face.

Bo Ye didn't say anything, was silent for a long time, lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it, and just let it burn and burn at his fingertips, as if it was burning his life.

Later, Jiang Ling's whole cigarette was finished and Bo Ye's cigarette was burned. The two men looked up at each other again. Bo Ye spoke, and his voice was extremely hoarse-

"Then you say I...what should I do?"

"You and I have no choice but to decide whether Tang Shi can wake up."

Jiang Ling pressed the smoke into the ashtray, "Bo Ye, she is the attack that blocked you."

Bo Ye didn't say anything, but his eyes were scarlet.

"How was the investigation into the truth about the jail that year?"

Jiang Ling looked up, "Even if there is no decisive evidence, those clues can still show Tang Shi's innocence, right?"

Bo Ye didn't say anything, and his brain was in severe pain.

He was a little afraid to think about this.

"Agree, Bo Ye, you were wrong, you were very wrong." Jiang Ling looked at him. Seeing that his lofty good friend had become like this, he didn't know how to comfort him. Maybe he shouldn't have comforted him. All of this was the evil that Bo Ye did at the time.

Yes, he was wrong, but how should he make up for it?

Jiang Ling seemed to have seen through Bo Ye’s thoughts and smiled, with a little sadness in his smile, “Lao Ye, sometimes it’s too late. The only thing you can do is to wake up Tang Shi again and leave, and stay away.”

This is still a tactful statement. To be honest, it is actually, you get out of the way, the farther you are from Tang poetry, the better.

If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price, but what if the mistake you made was falsely accused? Then the person who asked her to bear the price should be repaid thousands of times!
Chapter completed!