Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 716 Waiting For Him To Wake Up (Part Three)

"Mommy..." a soft voice called and little hands wrapped around Molly, "Papa Brian will wake up soon. He won't leave Mommy and Mark."

Molly turned around to replace that the ward was half crowded. There was Shirley, who had been with her every day, waiting for Brian to wake up. Right beside her was Richie, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, and Eric was standing near the door. He had been staying in A city for the past few days. "Dad...Mom..." she greeted them. "Eric..." Molly nodded at him too. She swallowed her sadness and wore a smile on her lips. Then she bent down to carry Mark in her arms and asked him, "Did you have a good time at school today?"

"Yeah!" Mark answered enthusiastically as he hugged her neck. "I won the first place in the test today."

"Wow, good job!" Molly held his little cheek between her fingers softly.

"Little Molly, why don't you go and get something to eat?" Shirley said and walked towards her. She took Mark from her hands and said, "You should take better care of yourself. Otherwise you will be bedridden by the time Brian wakes up. Look at you. You have lost so much weight."

Molly had no appetite, but she didn't want anybody else to worry about her. Turning to take a look at Brian, who didn't show any sign of waking up soon, she nodded and walked out of the ward with Eric's company.

Eric watched her as she poked the food in the service plate with her chopsticks without actually eating anything. He frowned and said, "You should take care of yourself, at least for Brian's sake."

Molly raised her head to look at Eric. With a gloomy face, she said, "Eric, I'm afraid..."

"He will wake up," Eric said firmly. "This is Brian Long we're talking about."

Seeing the unyielding look in Eric's eyes, Molly stopped moving completely. Then with a faint smile on her lips, she said, "Yeah! He's Brian Long, the one who can control everything and everyone! Nothing can beat him." Eric nodded and pushed the service plate towards her, "Exactly. Now eat something!"

Molly nodded and began eating. Despite her poor appetite, she tried to put about one third of the food into her mouth. She had to look after Brian and wait for him to wake up. She couldn't afford to fall sick at a crucial time like this. "Did you have your eyes checked up recently?" Eric asked when he noticed her red eyes.

Molly answered, "I did. I'm taking the medicine which was prescribed by Elias." With a sad smile, she added, "I have been affected by this sequela for five years now. According to Elias' examination report, it wouldn't be easy to eradicate it completely. It is okay to just keep the condition under control as it is now."

"Are you planning to live your whole life this way?" Eric asked, somewhat annoyed by her carefree answer. "Tell me, how long have you slept in the past few months? You were injured too."

"I was only injured on the surface. All my wounds healed a long time ago," Molly lowered her eyes in grief. "Eric, how can I sleep when Brian is in such a state? Every time I fall asleep, I dream about that accident. If it weren't for me, he..."

"Enough!" Eric interrupted Molly, "Brian did that because he loves you. If you feel guilty, then repay him with your love." He had to grit his teeth as he said those words. Nobody else could understand how he was feeling right then.

Whenever he stood beside Brian's bed, he wondered whether he would be able to protect Little Molly by instinct, just like Brian had done. He didn't have an answer. He only knew that it was time for him to retreat from the battlefield once and for all, because nobody could come in between Brian and Molly anymore.

Night always came early in the winter. In the dim light, the snowflakes looked like crystal.

Sitting beside his bed, Molly tirelessly talked to Brian, describing the weather outside to him. She recalled their first meeting in the snow, her confession in the snow, and the snowmen they had built together.

As usual, what answered her was his steady breathing and the sound of the instruments.

It was past midnight. It had stopped snowing after a whole day of non-stop snow.

Molly sat on a chair beside Brian and laid her head on his bed. She slept off in this position and in the soft light of the lamp, her face looked skinny. She had lost so much weight since the day of the accident. There was moisture on her long eyelashes. She was uneasy and distressed even in her sleep; she frowned in her sleep as if she was having a bad dream.

Brian's eyes moved slowly. In the beginning, it was difficult to even move slightly. He tried hard to open his eyes and gradually the blur disappeared and everything became clear. The white walls, the air with the light smell of disinfectants, the heart rhythm indicator with the constant beeping... Brian figured that he was in a hospital.

He turned his head slightly. The motion was painful, but then he saw Molly sleeping by his bedside. The beeping of the heart monitor increased. Compared to the figure engraved deep in his heart, she now looked much thinner. He wondered what kind of torturous emotions she had been through while he had been asleep.

Brian tried to move his fingers. He strained to extend his fingertips to try and reach her sleeping face. But every time he was about to reach her, he withdrew his finger slightly. He had no idea how long he had been sunk in his deep sleep. He felt like he had sleep for a thousand years. Deep inside his conscience, he had felt like he would never wake up from his slumber again.

His eyes fell on the scar on her chin. The heart rate monitor beeped violently once again and Molly shifted in her sleep. Was there any woman who didn't want to always look beautiful? How could she just let the wound heal naturally?

Unconsciously, he stretched his hand towards her, but withdrew it halfway again.

Brian gazed at Molly's sleeping face silently. He didn't know how long he had been staring at her. It was so long a time that she was branded in his heart. He would never forget her.

Outside the window, a gust of cold wind blew the snow off the leaves and the tree branches. In the orange light of the street lamps, the snow danced freely and finally joined the thick snow on the ground. "Beep...beep...beep..."

A disturbing sound came from the heart rate monitor. Molly bounced awake all of a sudden. She immediately pressed the call button at the head of the bed reflectively, without even looking at Brian. The doctors and nurses arrived at the ward in no time, followed by Richie and Shirley, who was staying next door. Eric rushed in too. The ward was crowded instantly.

Before any of them could say a word, Molly cried out and hugged Brian with all her remaining strength. She was crying out loud, lying on his chest.

"Bri...Bri..." Molly called his name between sobs. She had waited for more than three months for this moment.

Brian's face looked thinner, but indifferent as always, devoid of any expression. He stared at Molly and said coldly, "Could you release me now?"

Hearing his cold words, everybody in the ward looked at one another in confusion. Molly was so stunned that she even forgot to cry. She raised her body slowly and looked at Brian with her teary eyes. She looked confused.

After taking a cold glance at Molly, Brian looked at the other people in the ward. "Richie, Shirley... Why are you here? What happened to me?" he glanced at Molly. "And by the way, who's this woman?"