I was treated as a profit victim by my stepmother and married into a vegetative state for her biological daughter.
On our wedding night, I looked at the unconscious man on the bed with a calm expression.
After all, a vegetative person cannot move, so wasn't it my job to take care of him when I got married?
As a result, the day after I got married, my husband woke up from a vegetative state.
On the third day, he was able to get out of bed.
On the fourth day, he ate me up and wiped me clean.
On the fifth day, he bullied me to tears.
On the sixth day, he coaxed me to sleep.
On the seventh day, he kissed me.
On the eighth day, he hugged me.
On the ninth day, he put me to sleep.
On the tenth day, he married me.
