C10 (End)

Xia Heng was smiling when he opened his eyes. In his heart, the best thing that ever happened to him was being able to spend a lifetime with his love.

Only after opening his eyes did he realize he was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by bare walls. There were numerous tubes attached to his body.

The moment he woke, he could hear a nurse shouting, “The patient in bed 035 is awake!”

At this moment, a rush of memories entered Xia Heng’s mind.

He was originally a senior art student, although his adoptive parents never told him they loved him, all these years, they never wronged him.

He had been in a car accident while traveling in his senior year, and then he stayed in a coma for a long time.

Xia Heng looked at the doctors and nurses fussing around him. He felt a little upset. It turned out that Han Lang…was just another person from a dream.

Unexpectedly, just when he was about to squeeze his eyes shut unhappily, two men wearing suits walked in wearing leather shoes. They were pushing a man wearing a hospital gown and stopped in front of his bed.

Xia Heng heard the man in the wheelchair say, “Baby, you finally woke up.”

Xia Heng opened his eyes in surprise to see a man who looked exactly like Han Lang in his dream, smiling at him.

Xia Heng stared in shock, unable to utter a word.

When the doctor saw the two had met, he smiled and said, “It seems like Project N is indeed effective for waking vegetative patients.”

“The two patients in the other ward have woken up as well. You actually know each other, because you have all gone through this project together.”

Xia Heng heard himself make a few sounds of jumbled syllables.

The doctor smiled upon seeing this, “You need to give your body some more time before you can speak.”

Han Lang smiled as well, “You know those two people too, one of them is Cheng Kaiming and the other is his wife.”

Xia Heng was dumbfounded. Han Lang smiled fondly at him, “I was just like you, except I woke up a few days ago. In the future, I’ll need all of my lover’s special care.”

Han Lang held Xia Heng’s pale and thin hand in his.

The two clasped their hands tightly. Just like they always did.

End