“At your engagement ceremony, what did you mean by saying you were deliberately provoking Liu Yi? Were you doing it on purpose? Did you think that would make me soften? That I would try to forgive you? Or did you think we could start anew? You’re delusional. When you didn’t want me, you didn’t even blink before discarding me. Now that you want me back, you think I should just come back obediently? I’m telling you, this world isn’t ruled by Song Li, you can’t just have your way! If it weren’t for Aunt Li, I wouldn’t have even come to see you! I really hate you, more than I ever have before!” “Don’t think you can just lie here silent and still and that’s the end of it. Wake up, can you hear me? If you don’t wake up, I will hate you forever, I will never forgive you, do you hear me? Do you hear me?” Fu Xiaotang grew more and more agitated as she shouted, her voice rising in a frenzy, full of pain and desperation, tears streaming down her face, heedless of everything. But suddenly, she stopped, frozen in place. To her astonishment, she noticed two teardrops slowly seeping from Song Li’s eyes, trickling down his cheeks onto the pillow. Fu Xiaotang felt like she couldn’t breathe; she took a deep breath and screamed, “Doctor, doctor, he heard me, he’s responding!…”
Volume Two: Dancer, Chapter Eighty-Two: Amnesia
Song Li woke up. Fu Xiaotang’s heartfelt words elicited a response from the previously unresponsive Song Li. After meticulous treatment by the doctors, he fully regained consciousness a few days later. Song’s mother, Song Ying, Cheng Yu, and Fu Xiaotang were all eagerly waiting by his bedside, their eyes fixed on him, not daring to miss even the slightest detail.
