Yuejie's consciousness was fading, her intervals of wakefulness growing infrequent and brief, only long enough to open her eyes and look around before closing them again, slipping back into unconsciousness.
It seemed that even the act of opening her eyes to view the world had become an exhausting feat for her.
Bai Zhengyuan couldn't bring himself to visit the hospital, couldn't bear to see his daughter.
Day and night, he was consumed by anxiousness; he immersed himself in work, busying himself with charity and recording public service videos, all to keep himself occupied.
He feared that if he ever took a break, he wouldn't be able to control the urge to visit the hospital, to watch Yuejie slip away just as he had watched Yun Wenwan leave him years ago.
He couldn't endure such a parting even once.
He couldn't bear a second time.
Uncle Liu had already been sitting in the chair outside the hospital room for over 24 hours.
