His hand was firmly held...with his unique warmth.
Gu Xiaoai kept calling his name, "Li Juefeng... Li Juefeng..."
Suddenly, Li Juefeng's hand fell...
Gu Xiaoai's hand was frozen there, with his remaining warmth still in her palm...
His eyes never opened and he kept falling asleep, as if the person who just held her hand... wasn't him at all.
He still hasn't woken up.
He has been trying hard, but he can't wake up... Actually, can he hear her?
Gu Xiaoai wiped away her tears, took out an English novel and read it next to his bed. It was so rare that she had almost finished reading an English novel, and he hadn't woken up yet...
When the doctor and nurse on duty walked in, they saw Gu Xiaoai sitting there reading an English novel again, so they sat silently in the corner and dozed off listening to her voice.
The only sound in the entire ward was her reading a novel.
Gu Xiaoai read tirelessly, with a soft voice and a hint of hoarseness, silently persevering alone...
I kept reading until late at night, when Gu Xiaoai couldn't hold it any longer, so she lowered her head and took a nap.
At dawn, the child's mother came to take care of Li Juefeng for her class. Gu Xiaoai stood up, reached out and held his hand, "I'll see you again in two days."
"I have already found some help. Just ask them to help with the funeral." Tong Ma said.
"Okay, I understand."
Gu Xiaoai nodded, glanced at Li Juefeng on the bed, turned and left.
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According to the custom in her hometown, after a person dies, his or her children should stay with the deceased for a day and then be cremated and buried in the grave the next afternoon.
Dad has been in the military hospital for many days. His appearance is frozen, his features and eyes are still the same, but they will not open again.
As early as her family had fallen behind in economics, the Gu family had no relatives or friends, and only had one uncle who never left her.
Uncle and friend Zhu Zhiyi rushed over early in the morning. Seeing her appearance, Zhu Zhiyi hugged her and cried bitterly, "Damn it, Xiao Ai, do you know how to take care of yourself? You have tortured yourself like this..."
"I'm fine." Gu Xiaoai patted her head and looked at her uncle, "Uncle."
Uncle Ye Yongcheng nodded lightly and said somewhat uncomfortably, "Your aunt..."
"I see."
She is now in such a state of desolation. Her father is dead and the man she relied on has been arrested by the military. Naturally, her aunt does not want to come to her father's funeral.