Keeping the promise

Suddenly, Zheng Wancheng approached Li Yunting and kissed him gently on the lips. Li Yunting was stunned at first, then responded to her enthusiasm. Their lips and tongues intertwined, their passion overflowed, and their breathing became rapid.

The kiss lasted for a long time until they were almost suffocated. Zheng Wancheng blushed, panted, and her eyes flashed with shyness and happiness. Li Yunting looked at her with a smile on his face.

"I love you." Li Yunting said softly, his tone firm and affectionate.

Zheng Wancheng nodded, her eyes full of emotion. She threw herself into Li Yunting's arms again and hugged him tightly. Li Yunting also hugged her back, feeling her warmth and tenderness, and slowly fell into a coma.

Zheng Wancheng felt her arms gradually becoming numb, and Li Yunting in her arms seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. She looked down and was shocked to find that his eyes were closed and his face was as pale as paper, and he had obviously fallen into a coma.

Zheng Wancheng's heart suddenly tightened, and she was filled with worry. She gently shook Li Yunting's body and called softly, "Yunting? Yunting!" However, he did not respond, as if he had lost consciousness.

She was in a panic and didn't know how to deal with this situation. She hugged Li Yunting tightly, trying to give him some warmth and comfort. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard to restrain them from falling.

At this moment, Zheng Wancheng felt extremely helpless and frightened. She was afraid of losing the man she loved deeply.

Zheng Wancheng hugged Li Yunting, her heart as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Her eyes were fixed on Li Yunting's bloodless face, and she kept muttering: "Yunting, you must hold on, you must hold on."

Time seemed to be extremely long, and every second of waiting made Zheng Wancheng's heart fall into the abyss.

Finally, the sound of rescuers' footsteps came from afar, and a ray of hope instantly ignited in Zheng Wancheng's eyes when he saw Qin Huaifeng coming over with rescuers and mercenaries.

"Hurry! Save him!" Zheng Wancheng's voice was almost hoarse with tears. The rescuers quickly took action and carefully lifted Li Yunting onto the stretcher.

Qin Huaifeng looked at the pale-faced woman and wanted to reach out to comfort her, but then he took his hand back. "It's okay, he's not an ordinary person."

Zheng Wancheng followed closely beside the stretcher, holding Li Yunting's hands tightly with both hands, as if this could give him strength. Her tears fell uncontrollably, and she kept praying: "He must be fine, he must be..."

On the way to the hospital, Zheng Wancheng's eyes never left Li Yunting. He had only one thought in his mind: Yunting, you must not be in any condition. I can't lose you.

Zheng Wancheng was lying on a bench in the hospital corridor, curled up slightly, her eyes empty and full of anxiety. Her mind kept flashing through every detail of her acquaintance with Li Yunting.

She thought of the warm times they had spent together, whether strolling through the streets or snuggling on a quiet park bench, every moment was so precious.

She blamed herself and regretted not noticing Li Yunting's abnormality earlier, which led him into such a dangerous situation.

During the time when Li Yunting was in a coma, Zheng Wancheng stayed by his bedside almost all the time. She carefully wiped his face, arranged his bedding, and whispered in his ear about their future plans, hoping that he could hear her call.

Whenever she saw Li Yunting's peaceful sleeping face, Zheng Wancheng's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. She prayed silently, praying that God would bless them and let Li Yunting wake up soon.

She told herself that as long as Li Yunting could wake up, she would give everything, even her own life. She swore that she would care for him more in the future and never let him get hurt again.

Zheng Wancheng firmly believed that their love had enough power to overcome this ordeal. Li Yunting would definitely wake up, and they would be able to continue to work together to go through the ups and downs of the future.

Li Yunting finally woke up after three days of coma. He slowly opened his heavy eyelids, his eyes still a little confused. When his vision gradually became clear and he saw Zheng Wancheng, who was standing by the bed with a haggard face, he tried to force a weak smile.

He tried to raise his hand to touch Zheng Wancheng's face, but found that his arm was powerless. His voice was hoarse and weak: "Wancheng, I made you worry."

Then, he turned his head as much as he could, observing his surroundings, trying to figure out the situation he was in. He blinked slightly to adjust to the light in the ward.

Then, he looked at Zheng Wancheng, his eyes full of guilt and heartache, and said with difficulty: "Thank you for your hard work these days."

Although his body was still weak, his eyes were firm and gentle, as if conveying to Zheng Wancheng his determination to get better.

The moment Zheng Wancheng saw Li Yunting wake up, her originally dull eyes suddenly lit up, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be held back and burst out.

Her lips were trembling, and she was so excited that she couldn't speak for a long time. She just held Li Yunting's hands tightly with both hands, as if he would disappear again if she let go.

"Yun Ting, you finally woke up, finally woke up..." She choked, her voice filled with joy and relief of surviving the disaster.

Zheng Wancheng hurriedly pressed the call bell, calling for a doctor to come and check, while at the same time keeping an eye on Li Yunting, afraid of missing any of his expressions.

A bright smile broke out on her face, showing a relaxation and joy that she had never felt in the past few days, as if the haze had dissipated and the sun was shining in her world again.