It's been a week since the disastrous night, but Ming Mei seems to show no signs of waking up.
Kang Chen sat by the bed, staring blankly at her, his eyes lifeless, seemingly lost in thought.
In just one week, Kang Chen has become noticeably thinner, with dark shadows under his eyes and bloodshot eyes making him look as forlorn as the bleak, chilly autumn sky outside.
A deep sorrow enveloped him, seeming impossible to dissipate.
On the hospital bed, Ming Mei still had her eyes tightly closed, her face pale, even her usually black, lustrous hair had lost its sheen.
She lay there quietly, her face calm, without any sign of pain, and you had not yet started to despair.
Kang Chen smoothed a stray lock of her hair and said, "It rained outside yesterday, and the weather has turned much colder. Winter is approaching fast, isn't it?"
The person on the bed did not respond at all.
