Li Wenchuan had been dreaming a lot lately. He felt his body floating and sinking, yet he could never wake up. He knew he was dreaming. His mind was a muddle, retaining only a sliver of reason as the scenes shifted and changed, like he was watching a movie.
The Sanatorium. He seemed able to smell the disinfectant. Everything was white, peaceful, utterly devoid of life. He could not make out the faces of the people passing by, but Li Wenchuan felt that none of them were smiling.
Just like Li Zhengyuan and Gu Ranqiu in the hallway. Li Mingyu still had school and was in the middle of his push for the high school entrance exams. Liang Meng wanted to come, but she still had to look after the child.
Gu Ranqiu had flown back from overseas overnight without even changing her clothes.
She knew she would never have children in this lifetime. She had neither the desire nor the energy to have another. Although her relationship with Li Wenchuan had not been particularly close, seeing the unconscious person inside made her chest feel as though someone had punched it. It was stiflingly painful and unbearable.
Li Zhengyuan took out a cigarette before finally speaking. "You can't smoke in the hospital."
So she put it away again, bit her lower lip, and clasped her hands together. "So the results are that they can't find anything at all? If this doesn't work, I'll take him abroad."
"The doctor said everything is normal. They just don't know why he won't wake up." Li Zhengyuan shook his head.
This was the first time Li Wenchuan had seen the ever-spirited Li Zhengyuan and the high-spirited Gu Ranqiu look so exhausted and helpless. Their invincible shells, so firm and unbreakable in ordinary days, gradually