Today was New Year's Eve, the third day of Jiang Shuyao's coma.
At midnight, the sky outside was ablaze with firecrackers, and children set off fireworks to greet the new year amidst joyful laughter. Only in the ward of Huaren Hospital was it so silent that not a sound could be heard.
As the New Year's bells rang, Pei Yan sat by the bedside, quietly watching her.
The soft light overhead highlighted the girl's already fair skin, making it look even paler. The experts said to wait a few more days, to rule out the effects of medication; the patient might also be subconsciously unwilling to wake up.
He had listened to that recording, one with lengthy content.
Each time he listened, he couldn't suppress the suffocation in his heart.
Yuan Chong was a convict of serious crimes, and his vital signs had been normal for two hours. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be escorted to court by the supervisory personnel early the next morning.
