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Long Jinjing sighed when Lu Zihao remained motionless and unresponsive to her words. Her chest felt tight as if her own ribs were squeezing her heart to death. She was also realizing just how much she loved this man now that he was comatose and even the doctors couldn't answer when he would wake up or what exactly was wrong with him. 

The heartbreak from separating with him and trying to move on from their month-long relationship was nothing compared to the pain that she was experiencing right now worrying about him. 

When would he wake up? Would he still wake up? Was he ill? Would he be healthy again after waking up?

She stroked his hair and caressed his cheek. His scarred face was already growing some beard and mustache but the facial hair only made him look more masculine in her eyes.