C74 (2/2)

Her closed eyelashes trembled as she opened her eyes. Her clear eyes stared blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling before she turned her head towards the window.

Chu Yu raised his hand to block the dazzling light. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to it.

As soon as she lifted the blanket, her pure white feet stepped on the coral carpet, causing her legs to fall to the side. Her fair forehead knocked against the corner of the table, causing a bag to rise up and turn red.

In the half year that she had been lying on the bed, the muscles in her legs had become somewhat shriveled, even though it took a lot of effort to stand on the level ground.

Supporting himself with the bench by the window, Chu Yu propped himself up and looked outside the window, at the familiar fragrance of flowers … It was exactly the same as in his dream.

Closing her eyes and gently sniffing, she felt like she had had a very long dream. The dream was also filled with the fragrance of lavender flowers. She lay in the soft lavender fields and closed her eyes.

In her dream, there seemed to be a voice that always spoke to her. Although she could not speak, she could still clearly hear every word that that person said.

Chu Yu turned his head back to look at the bed he had slept on before. There was a ECG monitor and a medicine box placed on the side of the table.

The scene from before the accident suddenly flashed through her mind. It was clearly broad daylight, but the blue truck had turned on its high beams of light, which caused her to be unable to open her eyes. It was followed by chaos, and under the highway bridge, she could hear the sounds of ambulances and police cars …

Chu Yu took the chance and sat on the chair, and panted while perspiring. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Suddenly, footsteps came from downstairs.

Xiang Qicheng carried the bag and walked up the stairs calmly. Inside the bag was the hairpin he had just found at a jewelry store on the streets.

When he wiped Chu Yu's neck in the morning, he noticed that her hair had grown quite a bit. The weather was getting hotter.

”I'm back …” Pushing open the door, the tone was warm, but when he saw Chu Yu seated on the chair, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, the bag in his hands fell to the ground, the bun rolling from the bag all the way to Chu Yu's feet.

Xiang Qicheng's pupils constricted and his hands uncontrollably trembled. His broad shoulders stiffened and he was momentarily at a loss as to what to do.

Chu Yu bent down and picked up the hair bun at his feet and played with it in his hands. He slowly walked to Xiang Qicheng and smiled: ”So beautiful …”

Her voice was a little hoarse from not having spoken for a long time, but it was still as melodious as before.

Before she could finish her words, she was pulled into a wide embrace. A pair of large hands tightly hugged her, the strength of the embrace making it difficult for her to breathe.

”Chu Yu, you're finally back.” A low and deep voice rang out in her ears, tickling her to the point that she retreated backwards. However, she was hugged even tighter.

After Chu Yu had been unconscious for more than three months, the doctor said that the possibility of her waking up was not high.

He had imagined countless possibilities, but he had never thought of one. When he returned, she obediently sat on the chair as if she had never fainted.

And it was precisely because of this that deep down in Xiang Qicheng's heart, he was not willing to admit the fact that Chu Yu had already become a vegetable.