Yun Hao didn't speak; he just stared at Meng Yunhan's physical body lying on the bed.
Meng Yunhan's soul also stood by, watching Yun Hao.
These days, she had been keeping him company like this.
She had stopped shouting.
Because she knew that no matter how much she shouted, he couldn't hear her.
"Wife, when I was in a vegetative state before, did you feel like I do now?" He couldn't accept that his wife was lying here motionless, not talking to him, not acting coquettishly toward him, not softly calling his name, not reading with him, not cooking delicious meals for him, not smiling at him anymore.
"Wife, please wake up. Little Huzi and his two siblings have been waiting for you."
A month had passed just like that.
"Tomorrow is the Full Moon, and Ahao hasn't come back yet," his mother said, her mood heavy.
As for Little Zhuzi, he had calculated the time that his aunt was due, so he took a month off to come to the courtyard just in time for Zhuangzhuang's full moon.
