After he finished speaking, Han Qingrang's body moved slightly.
His pupils turned purple-gold in an instant, but quickly faded away, and his gaze was fixed on the person lying on the bed.
Little Tengsheng seemed to sense his father's anxious gaze, and his beautiful eyes blinked several times.
Han Qingrang suddenly stood up, knelt on one knee on the bed, and called her anxiously: "Zhizhi, Zhizhi..."
But the person on the bed didn't move at all and was still sleeping.
Seeing Han Qingrang's reaction only when he heard that she was about to wake up, the proprietress slowly stood up and said, "May lovers finally get married. I wish you all the best."
The words fell.
Just as the proprietress was about to leave, Zhiyun, who was lying on the bed, moved her eyelids slightly, and slowly, she opened her eyes.
The proprietress did not leave immediately, but stood there.
After thirty-six days, she finally woke up.
That moment was Han Qingrang's redemption, and it was also the time when hope in his life was rekindled.
"Weave weave..."
"Weave, weave, weave..."
"Weave weave..."
His voice was hoarse and he was at a loss, like an unwanted child, not knowing where to touch her and nowhere to put her.
Zhiyun opened her gray-blue eyes and stared at a spot in the air for a long time, until the repeated sounds of "Zhizhi" brought her consciousness slowly back to her mind.
"Water, I want to drink water, water..."
Her voice was so dry and hoarse that she could hardly shout. She was so thirsty and wanted to drink lots of water.
The moment he heard her voice, Han Qingrang was just stunned and didn't react.
Until Zhiyun shouted again: "Water, I want to drink water..."
Very hoarse.
Her child woke up, his child really woke up.
When Han Qingrang came to his senses, he was so happy that he was at a loss. It was the proprietress who handed him a glass of water. "She seems to be dehydrated. Support her and let her drink slowly to avoid choking."
Han Qingrang immediately helped Zhiyun up. It was visible to the naked eye that his hands were shaking uncontrollably as he helped Zhiyun up.
He helped Zhiyun up, took the water handed to him by the proprietress, and fed it to Zhiyun's mouth, "Zhizhi, here's the water, water."
Hearing that the water was coming, Zhiyun subconsciously looked for it, like a long drought finally ending in rain. She held the cup and drank the water in big gulps, but before she could finish it, the cup was moved away a little.
Zhiyun couldn't drink any water, and when she spoke again, her voice was no longer as hoarse as before: "More water..."
Han Qingrang then put the cup of water to her mouth again.
This time, Zhiyun drank all the remaining water in one breath.
After drinking it, she gasped for breath and her chest heaved heavily.
It was unclear where his gaze was fixed, and he looked dull, his gray-blue eyes had lost their luster and appeared lifeless.
"Weizhi?"
The sound of weaving brought her back from her wandering thoughts, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the voice.
Slowly, her sight finally caught sight of Han Qingrang sitting beside the bed.
The empty water cup fell on the quilt. She frowned and asked:
"Han Qingrang, is that you?"
She slept for thirty-six days, but she didn't know it. In her consciousness, it was only a few days, but even a few days felt very long to her.
She was extremely thirsty.
I clearly feel like I am suffering from severe dehydration. I want to drink water, but even a whole tank of it is not enough.
I suddenly woke up, drank some water, quenched my thirst, and saw Han Qingrang beside me. He appeared so real in front of me.
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