The man lying on the hospital bed had a pale face, and the oxygen mask was fogged with vapor. Except for his breathing and heartbeat, he seemed to be in a deep sleep. Yan Luoxi raised her hand and gently brushed the stray hair on his forehead aside.
She said helplessly, "Alright, if you want to sleep, sleep a little longer, but you have to promise me not to oversleep. I'm waiting for you to wake up."
The nurse came over, keeping an eye on the time, urging Yan Luoxi to leave. Yan Luoxi looked back at every step, reluctantly leaving the ICU. Two days later, Li Yeqi's condition stabilized, and his wounds were healing, but there was still no sign of him waking up.
During these two days, whenever visiting hours came, Yan Luoxi would go in to stay by his side and talk to him. Sometimes she would recount interesting stories from the past, other times she would take a book inside and read to him, letting him sense the outside world.
