Zhan Che looked at Su Wanxin's pallid face on the hospital bed, void of any color, and for the first time, he realized that he was completely helpless when it came to a woman.
Fu Shihan rushed to his hospital with the utmost speed, and upon seeing Su Wanxin in a coma, asked, "When will she wake up?"
"I don't know; it depends," Zhan Che answered honestly. "It could be a day, a week, or even a month."
Fu Shihan thought his response was too superficial, his expression turned cold.
Zhan Che looked at him and smiled, "Or she might just sleep for another year or two, and wake up once she's had enough rest."
She had once been in a coma for over a year, narrowly escaping death and lucky to have survived, yet here she was back in danger again.
Zhan Che couldn't persuade her, couldn't manage her, could only watch powerlessly as she lingered at death's door.
