Jia Wenjun froze in place, a storm raging in her heart.

"Zhao Di, Zhao Di, you're awake, aren't you? You can hear me, can't you?" Jia Wenjun couldn't hide her excitement, she covered her chest, trying to calm herself down.

At this moment, only she and Zhao Di were in the room, the door was closed. She turned her head to look outside the door, and there was no one outside the glass window. The fact that Zhao Di was conscious was something only she knew right now.

Jia Wenjun trembled slightly. She pinched her thigh hard, forcing herself to calm down.

Should she tell Zhao Di's attending physician about Zhao Di waking up right away?

If she told the doctor, it would be like telling everyone that Zhao Di was getting better. As soon as this news came out, it meant that the murderer behind the scenes would re-target Zhao Di, causing her to fall into a dangerous vortex.

They were in the open, and the murderer was in the dark. Perhaps this hard-won hope would be dashed, and they would sink into the abyss again, just because this news was made public.

Now Zhao Di was just shedding tears. Jia Wenjun couldn't be sure whether she was crying because something got into her eyes, or because she really heard what she said.

The matter was of great importance. After thinking it over, Jia Wenjun decided to keep it a secret for now. At least she had to explore Zhao Di's situation further, and then discuss it carefully with Wu Peng.

She sat back down by Zhao Di's bed and held Zhao Di's hand tightly. Zhao Di didn't respond at all, like a wooden doll, her eyes still staring straight at the ceiling.

"Zhao Di, I don't know if you can really understand what I mean. If you can understand, close your eyes now."

Jia Wenjun stared at Zhao Di intently. After five minutes, Zhao Di was still the same, motionless, her eyes not closing.

Jia Wenjun was secretly anxious, wondering if she had really misunderstood just now.

She looked at Zhao Di and suddenly reached out her finger towards Zhao Di's eyes. Before her hand touched Zhao Di, Zhao Di's eyes closed.

Jia Wenjun's face lit up, and she became excited again.

The characteristic of vegetative people is that they have no nerves and no feeling. If she were unconscious, she would not have the awareness to avoid and protect herself. Now that she knew how to close her eyes, it meant that she had a stress reaction and a sense of self-protection.

Although she still couldn't communicate with the outside world except for opening and closing her eyes, and she didn't have the ability to act and the self-ability necessary for daily survival, as long as Zhao Di had a little bit of improvement, she believed that other aspects would slowly get better.

Jia Wenjun suppressed her excitement and whispered in Zhao Di's ear, "Zhao Di, I know you are recovering now, but if you want to live well, don't let anyone else know that you have signs of improvement, otherwise those who want to hurt you behind the scenes may prevent you from seeing the sun tomorrow. I'm not trying to scare you, you've been through those things, you must know the other party's methods better than I do. We are now grasshoppers on the same rope. I don't want you to die, even if you don't want to admit it, but the situation now is that I sold my house to pay for your surgery. I'm the only one who doesn't want you to die, because I don't want to take the blame for others and go to jail."

Jia Wenjun saw a mist gathering in Zhao Di's eyes, and she became more confident, "I know you are unwilling and angry, and so am I. You don't want to let the murderer go, and you don't want to give the family fortune you worked so hard to earn to Lin Yang's family, who doesn't care about you, right? Then keep a low profile for now, don't publicize it. When you can speak, everything can be made public."

Zhao Di slowly closed her eyes, and tears slowly slid down and soaked into the pillow.

Wu Peng arrived at the hospital soon, because Jia Wenjun had called him about Zhao Di's matter and told him not to tell anyone yet.

Wu Peng didn't expect things to turn around so quickly. He really didn't tell anyone, not even Lawyer Liu. He almost dropped the phone and came over.

When he came, Jia Wenjun was feeding her. She was still staring blankly at the ceiling, chewing the food mechanically and slowly.

"She..." Wu Peng stared at Zhao Di on the bed in confusion.

Jia Wenjun nodded, then made a silent gesture and nudged her chin towards the door.

Wu Peng saw a little nurse walking in from outside with the last bottle of IV drip, explaining some precautions to Jia Wenjun, and then turned around and left.

Wu Peng held his breath and didn't ask any more questions. He watched Jia Wenjun feed Zhao Di dinner and finish the last bag of IV drip for the day. He had been secretly observing Zhao Di and found that she was no different from before.

Before the two left the ward, Jia Wenjun walked to Zhao Di's side: "This is Wu Peng, the lawyer I hired. He is someone you can trust. We're leaving, we'll see you tomorrow."

Wu Peng didn't know if Zhao Di could really understand, but when he heard Jia Wenjun say that he was someone she could trust, a secret, unspeakable joy and excitement arose in his heart.

Only he knew how difficult it was to gain her trust. He wanted to help her win this lawsuit, and he wanted her to always trust him and rely on him.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

One day, Jia Wenjun was gently massaging Zhao Di's hands while she was asleep. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered outside the window, and a heavy rain was about to fall. Jia Wenjun was about to close the window when bean-sized raindrops were swept down by the wind.

"I'll do it." Wu Peng came in from outside carrying two pots of hot water. Seeing the raindrops hitting in from the window, he quickly stepped forward to close the window.

Dense raindrops hit Wu Peng, who couldn't dodge in time. Zhao Di's bed was not far from the window, and water vapor and wind swept across her face. Perhaps this feeling of dense water droplets hitting her face reminded Zhao Di of the fear of being in the sea when it rained heavily. Zhao Di's hand subconsciously clenched.

Jia Wenjun was massaging Zhao Di's hand when she was suddenly grabbed tightly. Her whole body froze, and she turned to look at Zhao Di in disbelief.

This was the first hand movement Zhao Di had made in a long time, besides blinking and shedding tears.

At this time, Zhao Di's eyes were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, and a look of pain appeared on her face.

Wu Peng, who had closed the window, also saw Zhao Di's change. He was stunned for a moment. Jia Wenjun had told him about Zhao Di's reaction before, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. Now that he had finally seen it, the excitement in his heart was indescribable.

Jia Wenjun didn't know what was wrong with Zhao Di, but seeing Zhao Di's reaction, she quickly told Wu Peng to close the door first.

Wu Peng reacted, ran over to close the door tightly, and even blocked the glass window with his back, fearing that someone would see in.

"Zhao Di? Wake up, what's wrong with you?" Jia Wenjun kept calling her name in her ear.

Zhao Di was half-dreaming and half-awake. At this moment, she thought she was still drifting in the dark sea. The icy seawater poured directly into her lungs. She struggled desperately, but there was no way to ask for help.

She wanted to shout for help, but her mouth was full of water. She was getting more and more tired, and slowly sinking. Just when she thought she was about to drown, a woman's voice kept shouting in her ear: Zhao Di, wake up!

This voice made Zhao Di both disgusted and familiar. She frowned and suddenly opened her eyes.