She would cook every day, and for every meal she would make spicy crayfish, which Ou Zihan loved. Every time they ate, she would serve two bowls and place them in front of Ou Zihan, along with two pairs of chopsticks and two soup spoons.

Then, she sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and put some crayfish in Ou Zihan's bowl. Then, looking at Ou Zihan lying quietly, she muttered to herself.

"Zihan, get up and eat! Why do you always sleep in? You're such a lazybones! Try this, my cooking skills are getting better and better, and my dishes are delicious."

"I'm not bragging, but I guarantee you that my spicy crayfish will taste even better than those made by the world's top chefs. Look at the color, it's so red, fragrant, and spicy, the aroma is so tempting."

"You don't believe me? If you don't believe me, try it! Look how much I'm enjoying it. Mmm, it's fragrant and spicy, so authentic! You try it, I really didn't lie to you, you have to try it..."

"What's wrong? I peeled it for you and put it right in front of your mouth, but you won't eat it? Humph, you're so rude. Oh, I remember now, your stomach is very picky, you're afraid of getting a stomachache, right? Zihan, don't worry, what I made is very environmentally friendly, absolutely green and healthy food. I guarantee you won't have any problems after eating it, and you'll even want to eat it again next time. Hurry up and open your mouth, be a good girl..."

However, Ou Zihan was still fast asleep, his angular face still so handsome, like a sleeping prince, still charming, still breathtakingly beautiful.

However, he was as beautiful as a wax figure of a male god, with a realistic touch and temperature, but without a trace of vitality...

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Luo Xiaoyi kept talking to herself, eating and crying at the same time. Her cheeks were bulging with rice as she slowly chewed, tears streaming down her pale, melancholy face and down her delicate chin like a burst dam, drowning her in sorrow...

Whenever she had free time, she would pick up a paintbrush and sketch on her canvas. Her canvas only depicted one figure: a handsome man. This handsome man had various expressions: when he was asleep, when he was deep in thought, when he was smiling, when he was angry, when he was jealous, and when he was expressionless and cold...

These paintings filled the entire ward, making it seem like an elegant art gallery. Looking at them, one couldn't help but drift into reverie, as if seeing one's dream prince charming, feeling a stirring of romantic feelings...

The figure in this painting is naturally Ou Zihan.

Six months later.

That evening, under the soft, warm pink light, Luo Xiaoyi meticulously decorated a fragrant rose room. The floor, the table, and the bed were filled with heart-shaped roses, and the refreshing fragrance of the roses filled the air, making one feel as if they were immersed in a room full of romance.

Those nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, their fragrance wafting through the air, told a beautiful love story, but the story was too sad...

Mrs. Ou finished her work at the company very late, but she still wanted to see her son. She walked to the door of the ward and saw that the door was ajar. Just as she was about to push the door open and go in, her hand stopped. She quietly looked at Luo Xiaoyi by the bedside.

Beside Ou Zihan's hospital bed was an exquisite, classic solid wood round table. Luo Xiaoyi had bought this table specifically to replace the original European-style mahogany square table with this cozy little round table, because the sales assistant told her that this little round table represented completeness and fulfillment.

"Zihan, we will definitely be together forever, right?" Luo Xiaoyi sat by the hospital bed, her small hand stroking his sleeping, slightly cool face, her dark eyes already wet.

Luo Xiaoyi slapped her forehead. "Look at me, why am I so sentimental? Today is our one-year anniversary, we should celebrate properly. I'll go get the red wine." With that, Luo Xiaoyi turned and grabbed two bottles of red wine from the sideboard, along with two stemmed glasses. She opened the bottles and poured the wine into the two glasses. She placed one glass in front of Ou Zihan.

"Zihan, I know you love Lafite, but I don't have the money to buy it. Let's drink Great Wall dry red wine today. You've definitely never had it before; it's incredibly delicious. Come on, let's have a toast first." With that, Luo Xiaoyi poured herself a drink. One glass after another, Luo Xiaoyi drank until her face was flushed, her head was spinning, and she was completely drunk.

Luo Xiaoyi stood in the middle of the room, slightly drunk. She looked at the paintings on the wall, and the realistic expressions of Ou Zihan in the paintings, every smile and frown, seemed to appear before her eyes, so real. "Xiaoyi, I miss you so much." She seemed to hear Ou Zihan's magnetic and captivating voice.

"Zihan, you're finally awake..." Her heart ached for no reason, and a crystal tear spilled from the corner of her eye, sliding down her cheek.

In a daze, she reached out to touch his handsome smiling face, but her delicate hand froze in mid-air, grasping at nothing. The smiling face suddenly vanished, leaving only a lingering sense of sadness.

Suddenly, she covered her face with her hands and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, as if her heart was breaking. She hadn't cried like this in six months. "Zihan, it's my fault! It's been six months, and I still haven't woken you up. People call me a miracle doctor, a living bodhisattva who saves people from suffering! Why can I save others, but not you? It's my incompetence, it's all my incompetence..."

Her drunkenness amplified her pain and despair. She staggered to the bedside, hugged Ou Zihan, and cried uncontrollably, "Zihan, please wake up! Please stop torturing me! Zihan, I don't know how I can live without you. You have to wake up, please, I beg you!"

"Zihan, are you angry with me? I was threatened so easily that I said I would break up with you. Are you angry because that's why you won't get up? I know I was wrong, I was really wrong. I want to promise you that as long as you wake up, I will never leave you again. Even if someone puts a knife to my throat, I will not leave you. I swear, okay?"

Immediately afterwards, her face flushed red, she was heavily intoxicated but still clear-headed. She raised two fingers and said, "Heaven above, I, Luo Xiaoyi, swear to the heavens that no matter what happens in the future, whether it is illness, hardship, or threat, I, Luo Xiaoyi, will stay by your side for life. If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

"Zihan, can you hear me? I've made a solemn vow. Please wake up, okay? Please?... You won't wake up because you don't believe in vows, right? I know you're like me, you don't believe in vows, you only believe in the reality of being together every day. Zihan, I'll stay by your side every day, and one day you'll be moved, and then you'll wake up, right? I'll quietly wait for that day to come..."

Her tears poured down like rain, soaking Ou Zihan's face and her hospital gown, leaving a large wet patch. The room, filled with the romantic fragrance of roses, was filled with soft sobs, so heartbreaking that it made one want to cry involuntarily...

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