The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

Xing Xuanli had fallen into a coma. Time seemed frozen, and three long days and nights slipped by silently. Yun Mohan stood by, his eyes filled with unwavering worry, his brow furrowed, as if he were entangled in the threads of fate, unable to unwind for a moment. Every passing minute and second felt like a hammer hammering against his heart, causing him to suffer immensely.

Little Kexin, with her tender steps, gently approached Xing Xuanli's bedside. Carefully, she reached out her tiny hand and grasped it tightly. Then, looking up at Yun Mohan with her watery eyes filled with confusion and anxiety, she asked, "Daddy, why isn't Mommy awake yet?" Her soft voice carried a child's unique innocence and a fear of the unknown.

Little Mu Han's eyes were red as he stared at Xing Xuan Li, who had been unconscious for three days, without blinking. His little hands unconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes. Then he slowly turned his head and looked at Yun Mo Han with worry. His voice was trembling with expectation as he asked, "Daddy, when will Mommy wake up?"

Yun Mohan's expression was solemn, a deep worry hidden in his eyes. He raised his hand, his movements gentle yet somewhat powerless, and slowly touched Xiao Muhan's head. His voice was slightly deep as he said, "Xiao Muhan, take your sister out to play for a while." With that, his gaze fell back on Xing Xuanli, eyes filled with attachment and worry.

Xiao Muhan suppressed her inner uneasiness and forced a smile. She gently took Xiao Kexin's hand and said in a cheerful tone, "Sister, let's go out and play. Maybe Mom will wake up when we come back."

The footsteps of the two children gradually faded away, and the room fell into a dead silence, leaving Yun Mohan alone. He slowly sat down on the bed, as if afraid of hurting the other person, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Then, he tightly grasped Xing Xuanli's bloodless hand, his eyes red as he murmured, "Li'er, you know how anxious I am. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, even if I have to risk my life and death, and defy fate, I will do everything I can to save you. You must hold on, and wake up soon."

In that dreamlike, ethereal, and uncertain dream, Xing Xuanli stood quietly. Suddenly, two figures emerged from the mist, appearing before her. Upon seeing their faces clearly, Xing Xuanli gasped—they looked exactly like her!

Before she could recover from the shock, one of the women raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of anger and reproach, and shouted sternly: "Xing Xuanli! How can you repeat the same mistake? Have you forgotten how he hurt you and treated you cruelly in your previous two lives? Have you forgotten all the heart-wrenching pain?" Every word was like a sharp ice ridge, piercing Xing Xuanli's heart.

Xing Xuanli was instantly overwhelmed by helplessness and agony. Uncontrollably, her hands clutched at her ears, as if that would block out the demonic accusations. She squeezed her eyes shut, her face contorted in agony, and cried out at the top of her lungs, "Stop talking! Please, stop talking!" Her body trembled uncontrollably, her frail frame seeming so small and fragile in the endless darkness, as if it could be swallowed by the surging darkness at any moment.

Just when Xing Xuanli was feeling lost and at a loss, another woman stepped forward gently, her eyes as gentle as water, her tone soft and gentle, and she gently advised: "Xing Xuanli, follow your heart.

Outside the dream, Xing Xuanli lay quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper. Yun Mohan was anxious and rushed to the bedside, holding her hands tightly, both of which were shaking violently with excitement and fear.

"Li'er, wake up!" Yun Mohan's voice broke, nearly choking with sobs, his cries filled with deep affection and anxiety. However, all he heard was silence. Xing Xuanli, lying on the bed, showed no sign of waking. Only the faint rise and fall of her chest gave any sign of life.

"You've slept for three days and three nights. If you sleep any longer you'll become a lazy pig," Yun Mohan teased.

In a strange, dreamlike realm, Xing Xuanli stood alone. Everything around her seemed shrouded in a hazy veil, revealing a sense of illusion and vagueness.

Instantly, strange ripples began to form in the air ahead, and a figure identical to her slowly emerged from within. A thick, swirling black mist, like despair overflowing from an endless abyss, shone in its eyes with a cold, bloodthirsty light. It was her evil spirit.

At almost the same moment, a subtle shift occurred behind Xing Xuanli. A soft, warm glow gradually solidified, and from it emerged a being identical to her. This figure exuded a gentle, jade-like aura, its eyes filled with compassion and kindness – it was her kind soul.

Instantly, an invisible and powerful sense of oppression surged from all sides, enveloping Xing Xuanli tightly. The evil spirit and the good spirit, like polar opposites, simultaneously pressed forward, a fierce clash of souls looming.

In the deep darkness, the evil spirit was surrounded by billowing black miasma, and its figure was looming. It suddenly let out a sharp roar, and the sound waves swept towards Xing Xuanli like a tidal wave. "Xing Xuanli! You actually want to forget the past? What has blinded your heart?" The evil spirit's eyes were wide open with anger, and bloodshot eyes were surging. "Have you forgotten Yun Mohan? How that treacherous man trampled on you in your previous two lives!"

"In your previous life, he listened to slander and personally pushed you into an abyss of no return, leaving you to struggle in endless pain, spurned by the world, with no one to turn to for help, no one to cry out to the heavens or the earth!"

"In the previous life, he abandoned you for the so-called justice of the world, leaving you isolated and helpless in despair, enduring thousands of tortures and sufferings alone. He turned a blind eye to your blood and tears; he turned a deaf ear to your pleas! Have you thrown all the heart-wrenching pains away?" The evil spirit roared at the top of his lungs, and every word was filled with bone-eating hatred.

Xing Xuanli huddled in a corner of this chaotic dream, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes were hollow and lost, tears welling in them, but she stubbornly refused to fall. "Please, stop talking!" she cried at the top of her lungs, her voice filled with helplessness and despair, as if she wanted to release all the pain and fear deep within her heart with this cry. Her cries echoed endlessly in the empty dream, but received no response. Only the endless darkness, like an invisible net, enveloped her tightly.

In a soft halo of light, Shanhun's face was gentle. He spoke softly, his voice like the gurgling stream in the forest, flowing into Xing Xuanli's heart: "Xing Xuanli, it's time to return. In this world, there is someone who is anxiously awaiting your return."

The kind soul raised its hand slightly, and a warm light emanated from its palm, as if to illuminate the path ahead. "Look, Yun Mohan is standing by your side, his eyes never leaving you. He worries about you, prays for you, and the anxiety and concern in his eyes are so thick that they can't be dispelled."

"Every minute and every second, his worry about you is gnawing at his heart. He's waiting for you to wake up, waiting for you to return to him and continue their unfinished fate. Don't let his expectations be disappointed. Return to reality and return to the people who love you."