After sitting down on the single sofa beside the bed, the man said to Shu Wan: "Since you woke up, let's live well for her."
Shu Wan didn't know who he was talking about the "she" in his mouth, so he blinked at him, hoping that he could explain it clearly.
The man disdained to explain too much to her, picked up the razor that he had just put on the bedside and picked up her head.
Just when Shu Wan didn't know what he was going to do, the sound of a buzzing razor suddenly came from his head.
Shu Wan was confused. Is this man shaving her hair? Why did he shaved her hair?
The man seemed to see the shocked look in her eyes, and was very kind-hearted, explaining while shaving: "The caregiver said that your hair is too long and it is troublesome to wash it. I want to shave it for you, so it will save trouble..."
Shu Wan saw that the shaved hair was very short, and it seemed that she had been shaved more than once, but many times...
In other words, she has always been a bald figure while she hasn't woken up?!
Shu Wan was a little embarrassed to accept that he was a bald man, and his expression collapsed in an instant.
She stared at the man who was shaving crazy on her head in front of her, wishing she could kill him with her eyes.
But the man ignored the murderous aura in her eyes, and did not care at all, focusing on helping her shaved her head...
After shaving, he even brought a mirror over and asked her to see: "Is this hairstyle good?"
Shu Wan saw himself in the mirror and was shaved to the point where he was shaved to the point where only a small bunch of hair was left on his head, and he almost fainted.
Seeing that she was reacting like this, the man suddenly curled his lips and smiled, as if he had found some fun toys, which made him feel very happy.
He put down the mirror, leaned his back on the sofa chair, crossed his legs, and said with interest: "Miss Shu, you are quite interesting."
Shu Wan was stunned for a moment. The man knew what she was called, which meant that he knew her, but she had no impression of him. Who was he?
The man leaned slightly, staring at Shu Wan's face with his deep black eyes: "Remember my name, my name is--"
He paused for a moment, opened his thin lips lightly again, and his clear and nice voice slowly came into Shu Wan's ears: "Chi, inkstone, boat."
Chi Yanzhou, Chi Yanzhou, Shu Wan searched for this name in her mind, but she still had no impression.
She stared into his eyes, full of doubt, desperate to know more.
The man didn't want to say anything more to her, so he got up and walked out.
Not long after he left, a blond and blue-eyed female nurse came in.
While helping Shu Wan clean up her body, she muttered several words in English in her ear.
Maybe she was a miracle or something, and the rest didn't say much, and she left after cleaning it.
After she left, Shu Wan turned her eyes and looked at the decorations in the house, which were simple French style.
She should be no longer in China, but she just doesn’t know which country it is and where it is?
Judging from George's meaning, she seems to be a deep coma patient, and I don't know how many years she has been in a coma?
In addition, if she had been in a coma for many years, why didn’t Shanshan and Song Siyue come to find her?
Did they feel at ease when they knew she was treating her here and didn't disturb her?
Shu Wan was confused and drowsy, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
In his sleep, he saw Song Siyue sitting under the shade of the tree reading a book. The sun shone on his body, shining with a soft light.
She walked in from outside the campus and wanted to trot towards him, but saw him suddenly kneeling in front of the grave, picking up a gun and pointing it at his head.
The moment he pressed it, a slender figure rushed over and kicked the gun in his hand...
The moment the bullet was fired, it hit the tombstone with a bang, and the birds around it were so scared that they dissipated...
Shu Wan woke up from this dream. Before she could think about what this dream meant, she felt someone lying on her body.
To be precise, she was lying in the direction of her heart, as if she was listening, and as if she was feeling its beating...