She lay motionless on the bed in the operating room.
A breathing machine was attached to her face, her complexion pale like transparent crystal.
As if she were asleep.
Her small face was delicate, pale like porcelain, white porcelain.
She wasn't dead.
But all her vital signs had stopped.
A so-called "vegetative state."
Anjue knelt by her side, holding her hand, as a tear fell.
"Little Fish, wake up. I will bring Ping Ping back, don't you want to see Ping Ping? You know, she particularly likes to eat meat. If we can't find her, would others not feed her, would she cry, make a fuss, call for mom, and call for dad? If she comes back and can't see you, she'd keep talking about you all day long."
"Please wake up, I know I went too far, please wake up! I will let you go, I won't imprison you anymore, won't lock you up anymore, you can go wherever you want. If you want to leave me...that's fine too. Just wake up."
"Wake up, really, I will let you go."
