Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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This is the 98th day of his sleep -

When the doctor entered the ward, he shook his head and did not say a word.

When Mu Dong entered the ward, he sighed deeply, and his wife could not stop crying.

She looked at their dull eyes, as if everyone had given up hope for Muhua years in bed.

Endless despair, spread in the air.

"He's not... isn't he still there? You... what are you crying?" Luo slammed his teeth and bit his head, looking at the crowd in front of him, tears in his eyes.

It seems that only the whole world believes in her, and believes that this teenager who protects her with life will wake up.

But she is still very scared -

Fear, she didn't even dare to ask the system. Ask it, Muhua will not wake up.

Because she is afraid to know the answer.

This is the first hundred days of his sleep -

On this day, the sky is clouded. The weather forecast says that two typhoons are coming.

She doesn't like the weather like this. She always feels that she can make her more vulnerable and more collapse.

In the next second, she slowly got up and pulled the curtains up, blocking all the wind and rain.

9:50 pm.

Sitting in front of his bed, she habitually opened the story book of Andersen's Fairy Tales and spoke to him.

"There was a beautiful and beautiful mermaid. She liked a prince. In the end, she lost her life for the prince, but she never regretted it..." She said that some of the already swallowed can't say it.

The music box on the desktop is slowly rotating, with soft music.

The bell is crisp and very nice.

She raised her hand slightly, gently smoothed his eyebrows with his fingertips, and licked his lips: "You shouldn't... It was a mermaid in my life, and I will save this prince in my life!"

There was a silence in the air.

Yes, how can someone promise her?

Yes - why didn't anyone promise her?

"Mu Huanian--" She instantly blinked, holding her slightly cold fingertips in her left hand, choked and said: "You wake up... I beg you... you sleep too much." It’s been a long time...”

Once upon a time, these warm hands were firmly holding her.

In the event of danger, always keep her behind her, desperate.

Now, how did she hold the hands, and these hands never again hold her back...

The wind outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the rain is screaming into the eardrum!

She suddenly felt that the heart was empty, like being in a place that was not her own. She wants to go back, but there is a faint expectation somewhere in my heart.

Looking forward to one day, the teenager in front of me can suddenly open her eyes and look at her.

Even a glance...

The world always said that death is a terrible and painful thing, as long as it is alive, it is full of beauty.

But at this moment, she really understood that the one left was the most painful.

"Mu Huanian, if I don't wake up, I won't like you anymore--" She held his hand tightly, squatting on his chest.

Tears fell on the back of the hand, and in the quiet room, it seemed that there was only her crying, so heartbreaking...

For a long time, he did not give her any response.

Until she cried, when she did not have the strength to hold his hand, the fingertip suddenly came with a warm touch.

I saw that hand holding her palm back and holding it tightly in her hand. A cool, watery sound came from the ear -

"who are you?"