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Seven years later.
In the expansive garden of the Zhou Residence, a lovely and innocent little girl ran freely with a paper windmill in her hand. Her pink dress contrasted beautifully with the lush green grass, making her appear particularly vibrant and eye-catching. She laughed as she ran, her laughter ringing out like sweet music.
Not far away, beside the lotus pond, there was a beautifully carved lounge chair where a stunning woman lay motionless, seemingly at peace and serene as if she were asleep. Wan Xia rested quietly there, her beauty still evident.
“Daddy, Daddy, when will Mommy wake up to play with me?” The little girl dashed into her father's embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his leg, her brow furrowed in question, her eyes filled with anticipation.
“If Ke'er keeps being good, your mother will wake up. Then she will hold your hand and play with the windmill together,” Zhou Tangyan said, gently stroking his daughter's head with a loving smile. He could almost envision that harmonious scene in his mind, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.
But when Wan Xia would wake up remained a mystery to him. For seven years now, she had been in this tranquil slumber. The doctor had said that one day she might awaken or perhaps never would. Zhou Tangyan sighed helplessly, worry etched across his face.
“Wan Xia, look, little Ke'er is seven years old now. When I fell in love with you, you were this age too. She is just as cute and beautiful as you were back then. Wan Xia, I have grown old, but you still look as young and lovely as ever. Don’t you want to open your eyes and see me and Ke'er?”
He sat beside her, gently brushing aside the strands of hair from her forehead with tender movements, murmuring softly to her with deep affection and longing in his gaze.
Over these seven years, he had developed the habit of sharing daily trivialities with her—like how Ke'er could recognize words now, how another white hair had appeared at his temples, or how the Gardenias outside had bloomed…
As he watched his innocent daughter frolic among the green grass while recounting these mundane details, he noticed that the figure on the lounge chair stirred slightly; a warm tear rolled from the corner of Wan Xia's eye and slowly slid down her cheek.
Yet he remained oblivious to this change, continuing to chatter away. The evening glow painted half the sky crimson; the setting sun smiled gently upon them, casting its golden rays over their figures and creating a scene that was both tranquil and tinged with sadness.
At that moment, Zhou Tangyan inadvertently glanced back, and in that instant, his gaze like lightning captured the scene of Wan Xia's fingers slightly moving.
His heart suddenly constricted, as if it had stopped beating, only to start racing wildly afterward, as if it were trying to break free from his chest.
A flicker of surprise and disbelief flashed in his eyes. His body seemed to be driven by a powerful force as he stepped forward excitedly, trembling as he reached out his hand to tightly grasp Wan Xia's. Their hands pressed closely together.
He gently brought Wan Xia's hand to his ear and said, his voice choked yet resolute, "No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you." After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, making the most solemn vow to the heavens.
In that moment of closing his eyes, he heard Ke'er’s voice filled with surprise and excitement: "Mom is blinking!"
He jolted awake as if struck by lightning, and the once dull light in his eyes erupted into brilliant radiance.
As he focused, he realized that Wan Xia was slightly opening her eyes. The shimmering depths of her gaze seemed to hold a thousand words as she smiled gently at him. That smile was like the brightest sunshine in spring, instantly dispelling the shadows that had lingered in his heart for seven long years.
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