Perhaps because of the skyscrapers towering into the clouds, the sky in New York always seems particularly close to the ground. It seems that as long as you reach out, tiptoe, work harder, and work harder, you can touch the layers of clouds, which is so depressing that it makes people breathless. This is the case with Mount Sinai Hospital in front of you, shrouded in a storm of mist, as if the sky may collapse at any time, crushing it into pieces.

The white corridor looked deep and far, and seemed to never be able to reach the end. As we walked, our steps began to become timid. From a distance, we could see Ellie sitting on the bench, leaning on the wall, holding her shoulders tightly. Her thin shoulders could hardly resist the cold in the hospital, and she trembled slightly, revealing a sense of confusion and helplessness.

In a trance, Lan Li seemed to see Ding Yanan. The momentary illusion made his steps pause slightly.

The next second, Ellie caught the movement in the corridor from the corner of her eyes. She raised her head, was surprised, and blurted out, "Lanli."

The illusion was broken, and Lan Li continued to move forward and greeted him, "Elie."

Ellie stood up, opened her arms, and gave Lanley a big hug, "Sorry, thank you. I mean, sorry, really sorry. I really don't know what to do, you are really here. Jesus Christ, thank you. I know, I shouldn't call you, I know, but...but..." In a panic, Ellie was incoherent, not even knowing whether she should express her gratitude or express her apology.

"Elie, Ellie." Lanli's warm and gentle voice calmed Ellie's mood, "Heather is my friend, I'm very happy to be able to help." Lanli gently patted Ellie's arm and expressed comfort, "Where are Derek? Are you all okay? Are Heather okay?"

Ellie rubbed her temples that were vaguely ached, "Derick went out to smoke. Jesus Christ, he has quit smoking for more than ten years." She grumbled, but then closed her eyes, cut off her messy thoughts, and returned to the topic, "We are fine, Heather..."

Speaking here, Ellie's voice choked for a moment, "Heather has gone through the dangerous period. The doctor said that she should have woken up for forty-eight hours, but, she didn't. We don't know what happened. The doctor just said that she doesn't want to wake up. God, why doesn't she want to wake up." Ellie's right hand covering her mouth began to tremble violently, and she couldn't control it at all, "I want her to wake up, I want my baby to wake up."

Lan Li took out the handkerchief from her pocket, handed it over, and whispered, "Elie, Heather will wake up. Have you forgotten? She is the strongest and bravest one in Cross's family." This is Ellie's own words. As a bystander, watching Heather experience rehabilitation and pain again and again, she always praises her daughter with pride and pride.

Ellie nodded repeatedly, but couldn't speak in a choked sob.

After watching Ellie wipe her tears, Lanli continued to ask, "What's going on? Didn't Heather's recovery be very good? The results of rehabilitation are also positive?"

Ellie raised her shoulders and revealed helplessness on her face. "The doctor said that the condition suddenly worsened. It was not the function of the limbs, but the ability to swallow and speak. The entire throat related system was attacked and breathing began to become difficult. They had no way to stop it. Even if it was rehabilitation, the effect it played was very limited. Then, then..."

The words afterwards were no longer spoken and were cut off again. With a mouthful of thick phlegm, things came to what they are now.

"The condition worsened too quickly, only three weeks, even worse than the accumulated situation in the past three years." Ellie's eyes were so blank that she seemed to be unable to find the focus. "A few days ago, she was still preparing for the 'American Idol' audition. Even if the condition worsened, she was unwilling to give up. She said that she wanted to stand on that stage, she really wanted to stand on that stage, but..."

But, I missed it like that.

"There is another next time. There is still a chance in September this year." Lan Li said with a smile. Ellie suddenly raised her head, and a hopeful light burst out from her eyes, "Really?"

The bitterness of the tongue surged up again, and Renly bit the tip of the tongue, "Elie, we must believe Heather. This is the only way." If even they have lost confidence, how can Heather stick to it?

Ellie nodded vigorously, clenched her fists, straightened her back, and said firmly, "I believe Heather. The one she always refuses to give up. She still has a dream that has not come true. She will get better, she will."

Lanley couldn't bear to avoid her sight. She ignited Ellie's hope again. Is this cruel or kind? He couldn't tell, but he knew that he believed Heather, and that the stubborn and stubborn girl could definitely stand up again, refuse to bow to fate, and refuse to surrender to death.

"Elie, can I go in and see Heather?" Lanley pointed to the ward behind him and asked politely.

"Of course." Ellie wiped away the tears from her cheeks in a panic, "The two little guys are here to accompany her. The doctor said that Heather could hear us and we needed to communicate with her, make her stronger and make her willing to wake up. So, the two little guys were telling stories to Heather."

Renley walked forward and through the glass window of the ward, he saw two little figures, Anne Cyrieman and Alex Ricky, sitting side by side, dancing and gestured, telling the story. When he pushed open the door, the clear and transparent sound came over, "... the little rabbit woke up."

"No, no, the little rabbit continues to fall asleep. The turtle is moving faster and faster. The little rabbit doesn't wake up that quickly."

"But, if the little rabbit doesn't wake up, she will lose."

"Yes, so the little rabbit lost. You little fool, this story tells the story of the little rabbit losing."

"Why is this? I don't like it. I still like the little rabbit. I hope the little rabbit can win the competition." Annie's pink mouth raised up, and she could almost hang an oil lamp, muttering, and then suddenly became happy, her whole face blooming like a sunflower, "Lanli! You're back!"

Annie jumped off the stool, trotted all the way, and rushed into Lanli's arms. Lanli squatted down immediately, and Annie hugged Lanli's neck tightly, with her little face pressed against Lanli's neck, and whispered, "Lanli, Heather is sleeping. She is really lazy and doesn't want to wake up. Anita said, Heather is like a sleeping beauty, waiting for us to wake her up. So, Alex and I are telling her a story."

"Hehe, hehe." Alex was still sitting on the chair, seemingly shy. Then when he saw Lanli wavering, he jumped down and stumbled into Lanli's left arm.

Lanli gently patted Alex's head, "What about you? Are you okay? Do you still need to come back and be hospitalized?"

"No! I'm so strong now! I'm stronger than my classmates, except... except Edward and Henry." Alex also showed off his face, his eyes with high expectations, and he seemed a little nervous when he looked at Renli.

Then, Renli nodded with emphasis, "I knew Alex was the strongest, even stronger than Captain America." Alex's tender little face suddenly lit up, he raised his chin smugly, pursed his lips, and did not speak, but his eyes revealed his inner joy.

"You two are tired of telling stories. Next, I will tell Heather. You can take a break for a while, how about it?" Lan Li looked at the two little guys, and asked them for their opinions with respect. After getting affirmation, he watched them leave the ward.

In the room, it became quiet again, leaving only Renly and Heather.

He came to the edge of the hospital bed and sat down. Looking at the quiet and peaceful Heather, she seemed to be a sleeping beauty, with crystal clear skin and thick and slender eyelashes, and was waiting to wake her up. Lan Li's mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, "Heather, for Sleeping Beauty, has your hair been cleaned and combed for too long? I think if the prince comes over, he should be scared away."

A boring and clumsy joke, but Heather did not roll his eyes or complain directly, and still fell asleep quietly.

Lan Li couldn't help but feel silent, as if she had a lot to say, but she seemed to have no idea where to start.

"The audition for 'American Idol' is about to start tomorrow. Are you not planning to participate? Are you regretting it? Do you feel that you don't have the confidence to sing my song well? I think it must be the latter. If you ask for my opinion, I suggest you give up the guitar. Your guitar is really bad, just sing it in a cappella, or the singing is more important."

...

"I won the award in Berlin. I have told you a long time ago that I am an actor, not a singer. Look, I am more suitable for acting, and even Berlin recognizes it. However, I think you will definitely not like that work. At least, it is not as good as 'Love Mad'. My personal advice, in the future, you should not take him to watch 'Love Mad'. I don't think this is a good idea. Even if you like this work very much, very much."

...

"The Grammys are going to present this weekend. I originally planned to attend and join in the fun. But now it seems that you are not very interested. Maybe I shouldn't attend. It's better to make a cup of coffee at home and read a book."

...

He talked to himself and never received any response. Heather was really unaccustomed to this kind of thing. She just lay there quietly, without response, no movement, and even could hardly hear her breathing.

"This is not the Heather I know." Lan Li tugged the corner of her mouth and said jokingly and ridiculously, "The Heather I am familiar with is a warrior, constantly fighting and fighting, and will never give up; the Heather I know is a warrior, she is so braver than any of us that I feel that I am small. But what about you? Just... lying there, accepting all this with peace of mind, and giving up resistance?"

"No, you're not Heather Cross. You're a coward."
Chapter completed!