"That's good, Yaoyao, do you still remember what you promised me back then?"
"Brother, I remember."
There was a disconnection sound from the phone.
The corners of Huangfu Yao's eyes were a little sour, and he wanted to tell a little lie to his brother.
Just now, his brother's last words were nothing more than a reminder to himself that there is no possibility of anything between him and Han Shaoqi.
However, once Han Shaoqi wakes up, he will no longer be by his side. Just thinking about it makes his heart hurt.
If you want to lie, with my brother's ability, you will find out soon.
If he does something to Han Shaoqi in order to protect himself, it will be too late to regret it.
After calming down the expression on his face and adjusting his expression, Huangfu Yao returned to the ward.
The older generation of the Han family were all there, and Han's mother was sitting on the bedside, holding Han Shaoqi's hand and murmuring something in a low voice.
As soon as Huangfu Yao came in, everyone's eyes fell on her. Mother Han did not speak, but turned back and whispered something to Han Shaoqi on the hospital bed.
It was rare that Mother Han was not as critical of herself as before, and Huangfu Yao was not used to it for a while.
The ward was filled with a harmonious atmosphere. Huangfu Ao nodded to Mr. Han, fearing that they would notice something wrong with him and step out of the ward.
Standing in the corridor, the cool and cold wind blew across his face, which made Huangfu Yao feel calmer.
At some point, Mr. Han was already standing behind him.
After gently patting Huangfu Yao's shoulder, Huangfu Yao hurriedly walked over and called, "Grandpa."
Mr. Han nodded, looking a little tired, "You go in and see Qi'er."
Then he added, "Qi'er's father and mother were busy just now and went out."
Huangfu Yao glanced at Mr. Han gratefully, knowing that he was making time for himself.
With hurried steps, Huangfu Yao quickly dodged into the ward, leaving Mr. Han behind, staring at Huangfu Yao's back with deep contemplation in his eyes.
He held Han Shaoqi's hand and refused to let go for a long time.
Tears fell, slowly dripping on his hands, unable to stop.
He hurriedly wiped off the crystal that fell on Han Shaoqi's hand and tilted his head slightly.
His voice was hoarse and full of reluctance, "Shaoqi, I will leave you in a few days."
"How I hope you don't wake up so that I can stay with you forever."
The conversation changed, "But I can't be so selfish. I can't just watch your parents worry about you sleeplessly."
"Shaoqi, what should I do? I'm extremely conflicted at the moment, but I really, really don't want to leave you."
The girl with a delicate face sat on the edge of the bed with her head lowered, her eyes glinting from time to time, her lips moved slightly, and she murmured something in a low voice.
The slightly cold wind slowly blew in through the open window, brushing against the cheeks, and the slanting crystals were blown to the ground.
Suddenly, the person on the bed murmured softly. Huangfu was startled, and stared at the figure on the bed with misty eyes.
After a long time, with a somewhat pale face, his eyelids moved and slowly opened.
During this long process, Huangfu Yao felt that his heart was in his throat. Finally, his eyelids opened tremblingly, and Huangfu Yao stared at it blankly, unable to say a word.
His eyes were still dark, still a little hazy because he had been closed for a long time. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling above his head for a long time. He closed his eyes and closed them again, and memories came to him like a tide.