Gu Lanshan's hand loosened, then clenched, and clenched again, then loosened. Her brother had been in a vegetative state for two years; was he finally going to wake up?
Waking up...
At the bottom of Gu Lanshan's heart, she had always felt like she owed her brother a life. If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have become a vegetative person during the prime of his youth, lying on the bed without any consciousness for two years. She had been waiting every day for when her brother might wake up. After two years, he finally opened his eyes. If he could really wake up this time, she wouldn't have to carry the heavy burden of guilt and apology any longer.
Gu Lanshan closed her eyes deeply, praying silently in her heart that her brother must wake up. The more she hoped, the more nervous she got. Towards the end, Gu Lanshan felt her legs go weak as she sat there.
