“Are you willing to accept him? A love that isn’t sanctioned by the world!” Chun had already made psychological preparations. Being loved so deeply by a man, even a heart of iron and stone would be moved. Nevertheless, she felt the need to remind Feng once more.
“He was willing to give up his life for me, I can’t abandon him.”
“Are you sympathizing with him?”
“It’s not about sympathy. I want to repay his love for me, to love him with all my might.”
“What Ya’er needs isn’t forced love. He wants you to truly love him! Give him your heart!”
Feng gave a bitter smile, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. “I still can’t forget the reality of our sibling relationship.”
Is true happiness really unattainable? Ya’er, in that dark world, are you able to freely love the one you want, which is why you’re unwilling to wake up?
Ying Feng commented at 2003-07-13 11:14:30
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Chapter Eight
When the news of Ya’er’s coma spread, fans spontaneously gathered at the hospital entrance, folding thousands of paper cranes to pray for him.
Yong Wei and Chun had just finished talking, both with firm stances.
“I hope Mr. Feng does not continue to stay in our hospital. His fans are causing a lot of trouble for our work.”
“Our company will compensate for the damages. Please, you must save him. Doctor, you are a neurosurgery specialist.” Chun bowed slightly, “Please.”
“I am a doctor, I can’t abandon other patients for the sake of one person.” He dropped her hand and took the medical record to check the room.
Passing through Ya’er’s special ward, several nurses were gathered at the door discussing.
“I never thought Ya’er would be in our hospital.”
“Will he wake up?”
“If he wakes up, I’d love to take care of him. Patients often fall for the nurses who look after them.”
“That woman with him, isn’t she his lover?”
“What are you all doing here?” Yong Wei shouted fiercely, his expression terrifying.
“Ah, sorry.” The nurses quickly dispersed.
He pushed the door and walked in. Feng was sitting by Ya’er’s bed, holding his hand.
