As Mrs. Ou watched this scene, her eyes burned with tears. "Han'er, when will you wake up?" Mrs. Ou's heart ached. Luo Xiaoyi's heart was the same as hers; she only hoped that Han'er would wake up.

She saw everything Luo Xiaoyi did every day. Luo Xiaoyi bathed her son, scrubbed his back, washed his clothes, changed his clothes, fed him water, and patiently cooked for him every day, chatted with him, and told him stories...

These scenes, like repetitive movies, unfold the same content every day. Every day, a lonely female protagonist writes, directs, and acts in her own show, regardless of the outcome, tirelessly and without weariness...

Every day is filled with eager anticipation...

For half a year, Luo Xiaoyi had been working tirelessly and devotedly, treating her son as her own family. Suddenly, Madam Ou's heart softened for no apparent reason. If Han'er woke up, she would keep Luo Xiaoyi by Han'er's side, but only as a lover, without giving her a formal title...

If Han'er doesn't wake up, she can't help but cry again. She wipes away a tear from her face, thinking, "No, Han'er will wake up..."

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Ou's phone rang. She answered it and left...

Mrs. Ou just left.

Han Yue arrived and saw the walls covered with portraits of Ou Shao, the room decorated with roses in a romantic and cozy way, with a pleasant fragrance. On the bedside table were two empty wine bottles and empty wine glasses. Luo Xiaoyi was lying on Ou Zihan's body, crying so miserably, as if the whole world was going to shed tears for her...

Seeing Xiaoyi's pained expression, Han Yue couldn't help but shed tears. She stepped forward to help Luo Xiaoyi up. Luo Xiaoyi's hair was wet and stuck to her face from crying, and Han Yue helped to brush the hair away from her face.

Her eyes were red as she looked at Luo Xiaoyi. "Sister, please stop crying. It hurts me to see you crying like this..." Han Yue's eyes were glistening with tears, and her voice was choked with sobs.

"Yes, sister, don't cry. This is the time when you need to be strong. Sister, you have to be strong. How can you cry? You can't cry..." Luo Xiaoyi said, wiping away her tears with her hands. However, her tear ducts were like an uncontrollable spring. As soon as she wiped away her tears, they flowed out again.

Lin Hongyu, carrying a bag of delicious food, walked to the door. Just as he was about to go in, he saw that Luo Xiaoyi and Han Yue inside were crying their eyes out. So, he stopped, wanting to give Xiaoyi enough space to vent. He stood there blankly outside the door.

Han Yue couldn't hold back any longer. She suddenly hugged Luo Xiaoyi and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. "Sister, what do we do? What will happen to you if you keep going like this? Why is God doing this to you? Why? You're such a kind girl, you never fight or compete with others, you always sacrifice yourself for others. Why is your life so miserable?..."

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Han Yue was already sobbing uncontrollably, her tears soaking Luo Xiaoyi's shoulder. She felt a warm patch on her shoulder, which then turned cool. This temperature was like the agonizing temperature of Han Yue's worry for her, sometimes a burning temperature of anxious torment, and sometimes a chilling temperature of bone-chilling fear.

The moon's tears made her heart ache even more, and she couldn't bear to see the moon worry and grieve for her.

Luo Xiaoyi left her warm embrace, and her little hands wiped away Han Yue's tears.

"Moon, don't be sad. I'm not suffering. I'm quite happy. Look, I can be with the man I love every day now. How happy I am! Some people have someone they love in their hearts, but unfortunately, for various reasons, they are separated by distance and can't see or touch each other's faces."

"But I am happy. I can see him every day, touch him, chat with him, eat with him, and sleep with him. Tell me, how happy am I? Right?" Luo Xiaoyi smiled warmly, her smile tinged with tears. Although the smile was bitter, it actually looked like happiness.

Her appearance, still happy and strong despite her pain, made Han Yue feel even more distressed.

"Sister, I've been thinking about your situation for a long time. Although Young Master Ou is my master, he is indeed very good to us subordinates and is loyal and righteous. I also have a deep master-servant relationship with him. From the perspective of master and servant, I probably shouldn't say these things."

"But you are my sister. Although we are not related by blood, we have been through life and death together. I have come to regard you as my only family in this world. So, I have to say this."

"Sister, Young Master Ou has been like this for half a year now, and he's still like this. Have you ever thought about what you would do if he stayed like this for the rest of his life? You're just a weak woman with no parents or family. Even if you were, you would still need your own husband, your own children, and a happy and warm home."

"It's not right for you to keep sticking to Young Master Ou like this, is it? I believe that Young Master Ou loves you so much, and he wouldn't want you to grow old and die alone because of him, right? Before Young Master Ou closed his eyes that time, didn't he already entrust you to Lin Hongyu?"

"Lin Hongyu often comes to help you and takes good care of Ou Shao. I believe that no other man can do this. To serve his rival so meticulously for the woman he loves, what kind of torment and pain must he be enduring? A man like this will definitely treat you well for the rest of his life. You will definitely be happy with him. Sister, think about it carefully."

"Sister, let go. You're suffering too much. Young Master Ou's family is so rich; he has a whole host of servants to wait on him. He doesn't need you to watch over him every day. Just let go, sister..."

Hearing this at the door, Lin Hongyu's breathing became labored; his heart was in his throat. He had been searching and striving in the darkness for so long, enduring the agonizing pain of clinging to a sliver of hope in despair, waiting painfully with a glimmer of expectation. Could it be? His hard work was finally paying off. Had he truly made it through? Could he really see the light at the end of the tunnel?

Did he really win Xiaoyi's heart? Had he finally waited for this day? If he could have Xiaoyi, he felt he would be the happiest man in the world. His excited dark eyes were already wet with tears as he anxiously awaited Luo Xiaoyi's answer.

He gripped the bag tightly, holding his breath nervously, and listened intently.

"Moon, I know you mean well. I understand all the reasons and I've thought about all the possibilities, even the worst-case scenario. I've asked myself countless times, Zihan has only been unconscious for six months, which isn't a long time. But what if he doesn't wake up in a year, or ten years, or even in his entire life? Will I eventually give up and leave?"

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