Just moments ago, the person who had been lying there for three years without any response, suddenly moved their fingers.
Rong Zhi crouched down and extended her hand, carefully holding He Songzhi's hand, which had just moved, in her palm, as if handling a fragile piece of top-quality glass.
Was it an illusion?
Rong Fengmian came over, baffled: "What's wrong?"
"Don't make a sound," Rong Zhi said.
Her eyes were fixed intensely on the woman's hand she held.
Her gaze burned with such intensity it seemed as if it would scorch the other.
Until Bai Su returned after finishing his cigarette, He Songzhi moved again.
Standing by the bedside, he looked at the visibly emotional young man, pursed his thin lips, and softly said, "In five minutes, Auntie will wake up."
"What?!" Rong Fengmian was the first to exclaim.
He jumped up, his voice trembling: "Brother Su, did you say my mom is going to wake up? Really? Are you not deceiving us?"
