"I have waited for you for a long time since I left that day, but if you really need more help, I can help you. Please don't underestimate me..."

I read the reply letter carefully. This letter was delivered exceptionally quickly. The messenger replied that it was strange that the wind resistance was much smaller and the horses ran more easily.

very noisy……

Who is disturbing my sleep?

I tried hard to blink, but it was difficult to open my eyes.

It took all my strength to look out from the gap between my eyelids.

The person who saw it was holding the letter and reading it carefully: "A new guy came to the Lawrence family and said there is some new business? But let's talk about it after my sister comes back. And the neighbor sister taught me how to sew things. Now I can sew buttons on my clothes by myself."

"... um..." I want to interrupt this conversation. If a child reads it, it won't be a problem. But if a man reads it in a normal tone, I'll feel a little physically uncomfortable just listening to it. I'm sorry!

"! You finally woke up!" He suddenly remembered something and picked up something like cotton, dipped it in water, and smeared it on his lips, "This will make you feel better..."

My lips were indeed very dry, and this action made me feel better, but I still couldn't speak.

So I tried to ask, but I found that my body was too heavy... Was I broken or paralyzed? Why was I so heavy?

I tried my best to move my fingers slightly, but I felt like I had no control over them? Was there really something wrong?

Soon, I regained control of my body and was able to move my entire palm slowly, but I had no strength in my whole body. The noises around me were so annoying, I really wanted to punch him to shut up...

This is obviously not the right state. I won't be so casual as to want to punch someone, and I won't be so weak that I can't even support myself to sit up!

"You have slept for three days..."

I slept for three days?! It’s over, it’s over. Let me think about it. Is there enough time?

I tried my best to speak, but only a few low sounds came out. Damn, move your vocal cords!

"Um... come in..." (quietly) he finally found the right tone and shouted out these two words, which came out of his mouth, one word after another, with a little time between them. His control over his body was too poor, and even his voice was a little difficult.

"Sorry to disturb you..." I had heard from the doctor in advance that if the patient is in a coma for too long, he may indiscriminately curse and attack people after waking up. It seems that because his body feels very uncomfortable when he is in a coma, he will magnify all feelings after waking up.

"..." I struggled to stand up, and felt a piercing pain in my hands. Damn, it hurts so much... I'm not so weak that I need others to support me!

"Would you like something to eat?"

I shook my head and neck, and I could hear occasional clicking sounds. I hadn't moved for so long, so the slightest movement of my neck would make noises. The same was true for other bones in my body.

"I'll call the doctor to check you again..."

"..." He tugged at his sleeves with his fingers and stopped himself from leaving.

"You want me to stay with you for a while, right?"

"Hmm..." We didn't talk about anything, just stayed together, but it was a very safe feeling. I used to like doing this with friends, just two people staying together, not saying anything, busy with our own things, but it felt very interesting.

Desir seemed to be reading the book in his hand seriously, but his peripheral vision was secretly glancing at the person lying on the bed...

"Is there a book you'd like to read? Or would you like me to read it to you?"

"You can read a book..." After drinking some water, his throat felt much better. Although his voice was a little intermittent, it was no different from usual. "I'll see you..."

Her face immediately turned red, as shy as a girl who was confessed to. Such direct words would make people blush.

"You, you said these words a little..." It's too heart-pounding, isn't it? Although he confessed, I'm not sure if I didn't hear it. Is this the second time he confessed?

"I like you, too..." He placed one hand on his chest, a reassuring gesture. He was so nervous when he said these words. Really, really, he shouldn't have said these. He felt that his face should have turned red. "Sorry, I have never dared to express my feelings..."

It feels so good to see my own reflection through those blue eyes... This slightly deformed emotion is the most suitable for me!

"......!" The book in his hand was almost crumpled into a ball. It was not until the other party's slightly cold hand took his that he put the book on the bedside in disbelief, "I... I must be dreaming... What a beautiful dream... What a wonderful dream that makes people don't want to wake up..."

"It's not a dream...it's me..." She placed his hand in hers and held it tightly. This was the first time they held hands like this...without gloves, without any danger. This time, she was not holding the edge of his clothes, but his hand.

"I will always be with you! Thank you for responding to my love..." Almost the next moment, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. Really, why would he cry like this when he is such a grown-up?

"I even said my last words and then I woke up again. It's so embarrassing..." I can't blame myself. Miss Witch said that Desir would die, but this is a future that can be changed. I have seen too many movies and TV shows about the price of changing the future. In a situation like this, one usually uses one's own life to exchange for the life of the person being saved, right?

But I survived...

Looking carefully at the pattern on the hand, there is now an additional pattern that looks like a lock. Should this be a seal?

It really does look like the texture of a seal. No one would be so idle as to give a tattoo to a person whose life or death is unknown, right?

Of course, maybe there really is someone who has so much free time? Thinking of this, I turned my head and looked at the door, and heard the sound of wind and footsteps.

"Hello, you finally woke up..." Is it the pharmacist who came to treat me? I smelled the strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine on my body, which was very fragrant. I really like the mixed smell of Chinese herbal medicine, provided that I don't drink it myself.

"Did you save me?"

"Maybe God himself saved you... I mean, I can't do anything about your condition..."

"Thank you again..."

The doctor came closer, holding the green Eye of God in his palm. A steady stream of grass elements began to emanate from his palm, nourishing the body. It felt very warm, a bit like soaking in hot water after a long day of hard work.

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