And Zhou Yuxi had proven over the last two days that she could wait through anything, through storms and ambushes and board meetings and threats and violence and exhaustion, as long as there was still hope at the end of it.
As long as he was at the end of it.
So she would wait.
And she would be here when his eyes finally opened.
No matter how long it took.
No matter what it costs.
She would be here.
Always.
FOUR DAYS LATER
They had been in the States for a full week now, seven days that had stretched into an eternity of waiting, and Mu Yunchen still hadn't woken up.
