The morning time passed quickly. Dongfang Supreme kept talking to Yan and stayed by Yan's side. Yan still showed no sign of waking up. He picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and sent a text message to the special assistant's mobile phone to give the order.
Order: bury Yan's mother, and arrange the funeral in a grand manner. After putting down the phone, he looked at the unconscious Yan with gentle eyes, and deceived himself and said: "You are blaming me for being late in fulfilling the promise of ten years. After a while, you will
Wake up?".
'Dang, Dang, Dang' the servant knocked on the door panel. Seeing Dongfang Supreme nodding in agreement, he walked in, placed a basin of water on a special chair, and held a washed towel in his hand: "Master, let me serve the lady."
Wipe your face!".
Dongfang Zhizun reached out and took the towel: "Get out!".
The servant peeked at Yan who was lying on the bed, her face pale but still beautiful, and carefully exited the room, "This girl should be the future young lady."
Dongfang Zhizun gently wiped Yan's cheek with a towel...
A painful expression gradually appeared on Yan's beautiful face, sweat appeared on his forehead, and he said in his sleep: "No...fire...save them (them), save...save her...don't fight...I'm not
…No, mother…”.
Dongfang Supreme looked at Yan's painful expression with distress, wiped off the sweat on Yan's forehead with a towel, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Seeing Yan's still painful expression, his hands began to move wildly.
.
Oriental Supreme was afraid that Yan would hurt himself, so he quickly put down the towel in his hand, slowly helped Yan up, hugged Yan so that Yan's hands would stop moving, and listened to Yan's constant painful sleep.
Dongfang Zhizun, who had never shed tears since he was a child, had a strange cold liquid on his handsome face. "Did you cry?" He was not sure. He only remembered that he had been isolated from him since he cried when he was a child. He held his hand on the rock.
hair, and said heartbrokenly: "Should I call you little fat girl, or should I call you Yan? I think you should like me to call you Yan, right?... If you don't 'speak', I will just call you you."
Agreed..." One word and one tear: "Yan, if you want to be a 'future star', I will definitely make you the most popular superstar. If you want to be a writer, I will definitely make you one.
The most famous writer. If you want to have a family, I will definitely let you have the happiest home. I can fulfill many of your wishes, but the only thing I cannot realize is to bring the mother dean back to life...
What happened to you that made you so desperate for this world? That you would rather choose to sleep forever than wake up and face the world again. Do you really have no nostalgia for this world? Really?
Do you want to choose eternal awakening?...Suddenly it feels like we are so far apart. Perhaps the farthest distance in the world is that you are by my side, but I still don't know that 'you' is 'you'
.The furthest distance in the world is not knowing that 'you' is 'you', but my failure to let you hear that I love you when you are awake after I found you. The furthest distance in the world is not my failure to be with you.
When you are awake, let you hear that I love you, but that you don’t know that I love you to the point of obsession. The furthest distance in the world is not that you don’t know that I love you to the point of obsession, but that you are in my arms.
I'm here, but I don't want to wake up again... My heart is bleeding, it hurts, it hurts, Yan, can you wake up?".
The hair on Yan's eyes moved slightly, and tears fell down his cheeks...
Disappointed, Dongfang Zhizun gently laid Yan's body down, wiped the cold 'liquid' on his face, picked up the phone, and walked out of the bedroom...
In the corridor, the Oriental Supreme leaned against the wall tiredly, dialing an international long distance call: "In view of the 'Sleeping Beauty' disease, all authoritative professors will be transferred to China."