Su Mu and Fu Shinian's conversations never really had a focal point. After all, they weren't dialogues; usually, Su Mu would just say whatever came to mind, her thoughts roaming freely. Sometimes it was about Qiqi, other times about herself, occasionally about everything at Gui Ning Residence, and even sometimes about encounters at the hospital.
They had been through so much together—long past the stage of deliberately finding topics to talk about. Even spending an entire day without saying much wouldn't feel awkward. Yet now Fu Shinian lay here, and the doctor had said that having people nearby talking to him might help him wake up sooner.
In truth, even if the doctor hadn't said that, Su Mu would still talk to him.
After all, she missed him so, so much.
She wanted him to wake up quickly.
Wanted him to hold her.
Wanted him to shoulder everything now.
