He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Gu Yifan knew that he had kept Qu Yi by his side by taking advantage of her guilt, so he dared not confess his love to her.

Until one day, a traitor appeared within the Horsensians family. The crisis came too quickly for him to dodge, and a sniper's bullet flew and hit him in the heart.

The aura of death enveloped him.

As his consciousness sank into darkness, he felt regret.

I regret not having confessed my love for her.

The red sign for "Operation in Progress" went out, and the doctor came out and took off his mask.

"The patient is out of danger for now, but if he doesn't wake up within three days..."

Qu Yi sat by the hospital bed, looking at the man lying on the bed breathing oxygen. His face was bloodless, and his usual smile was now just a fragile paleness.

[Host, are you sad? If you are sad, you should cry it out; you can't hold it in.]

3333 couldn't bear to watch any longer. The host hadn't cried, not even her eyes were red, but it just felt like she was sad.

It suddenly understood the meaning of the saying, "There is a kind of sadness called a peaceful collapse."

[Am I sad?] Qu Yi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand to touch her chest. Under her palm, her heart was beating more strongly than usual, as if it was about to explode.

The third day arrived quickly, and Gu Yifan still hadn't woken up.

Before nightfall, Qu Yi arrived at the ward, looking exhausted.

Elsie turned to look at her.

"Go back and rest for a bit, I'll keep watch."

“It’s the third day,” Elsie said.

“He will wake up,” Qu Yi said.

Elsie smiled. "You're still as confident as ever."

It was as if they had already foreseen that he would wake up.

His understanding of music has changed so much during this period.

Qu Zhicheng doesn't seem to care much about his biological daughter; he really has no taste.

The patriarch is facing a life-or-death crisis, and he alone is about to be unable to quell the unrest within the family.

Gu Yifan grew up very quickly, so he gradually stopped managing the family affairs, as if he had entered retirement early.

This sudden turn of events left him scrambling to cope, but thankfully Qu Yi's help eased things somewhat.

Sitting by the hospital bed, Qu Yi wondered if Gu Yifan would ever wake up.

Is there any way to provoke him?

electric shock?

[Host, if you use electric shocks, he'll immediately go to meet the King of Hell. How about trying verbal stimulation?]

For example?

3333 flipped through his library.

After reading "The Billionaire's Beloved Wife: The Cunning CEO's First Marriage, Then Love", "Sweetheart Runs Away with a Baby: Young Master, Please Let Me Go", "The Campus Madman is a Kissing Maniac"...

It draws a conclusion.

【I understand, host. Awaken him with great love!!】

【? ? ? 】

The male lead always needs the female lead to awaken his will to live with loving words.

【Change to another one.】

Love and all that... let's just forget about it.

"How about we provoke him a little, like saying you're getting married and will forget about him later?" 3333 said weakly.

Qu Yi paused for a second: 【…Never mind, you're unreliable.】

3333: [?! !!!]

I've put in so much effort, and you actually say I'm unreliable?!

I'm so heartbroken!

Qu Yi thought for a long time but still didn't know what to say, so in the end she could only gently hold his hand that was on the quilt.

After a long silence, her red lips parted slightly, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Gu Yifan, I want to see you smile."

"Smile again..."

Don't... die like this.

The moon was bright and the stars were few, and soft moonlight streamed into the ward. A gentle breeze lifted the light curtains, causing them to flutter.

The finger that was being held by Qu Yi twitched slightly.

Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a few movements, she finally opened her eyes, revealing a pair of deep, dark eyes, like stars in the night sky.

He moved and found his fingers were being gripped. He looked down and saw the person lying on the side of the bed.

A joyful smile curved the man's pale lips. He withdrew his hand, then grabbed hers in return, cupping it in his palm and holding it gently.