Gu Zhiyan woke up as the sky gradually darkened, but he only regained consciousness for a few seconds before falling back into a deep sleep again.
But that was enough.
The doctor gave him a full examination again, confirmed that he was indeed out of life-threatening danger, and then arranged for him to be moved out of the ICU.
I stayed by his bedside, sleepless for two days, and finally saw him open his eyes.
Then I couldn't hold on any longer, closed my eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
Gu Zhiyan, after all, is young, strong, and vigorous.
After just a few days of recuperation, he was lively enough to bother me again.
"Aunt specially made this for you, you should eat some!"
I held the fragrant millet porridge and advised Gu Zhiyan, who stubbornly refused to eat, with helplessness.
Gu Zhiyan still turned his back, unwilling to eat a single bite.
"You're going to divorce me; I don't want to live anymore, maybe I should just starve to death!"