"Beitang Feng, will he ever wake up..."
"He will, Young Master only suffered nerve damage, and once repaired he will certainly wake up," Ling Ran replied obsessively.
Li Qiyu remained silent, pulling out a drawing board from under the pillow. In the painful, boring hours in the hospital, she did not know what belief to hold onto. Beitang Feng had to wake up; only he knew where Qiye was.
She didn't know if this personality of hers could hold on until the time came to meet her baby.
Her pen lightly outlined on the paper; she had intended to design the latest jewelry pattern but when she snapped back to reality, the lines of the man's cold and profound features were sketched onto the page...