Fāng Jiāqí was pushing Kaka through the First Terror Organization's garden. The sunshine was beautiful today, bright and clear. After several days of gloom, the weather had finally cleared up. The garden was filled with various flowers, and the scent of blossoms filled the air.
She talked to him and tried to cheer him up, but Kaka was clearly preoccupied.
Fāng Jiāqí stopped and sat down on a stone bench nearby, smiling faintly and charmingly. "Nánfēng, what's wrong?"
"When will Wushuang wake up?"
Fāng Jiāqí sighed. "You ask me, but I don't know either."
"You are her attending physician."
"Nánfēng, even so, I don't know when Wushuang will wake up. You should understand that some things are beyond a doctor's control. I can only tell you that I will do everything in my power to ensure she wakes up." Fāng Jiāqí said. Because Wushuang was so important to Kaka, if Wushuang died, Kaka would never be happy. He would never smile again. Therefore, Wushuang absolutely could not die.
