A pillow of yellow rice, and when I woke up from the dream and opened my eyes, I was in the hospital.
They all said I had lost my memory,
My wife was sitting in the escort chair, her expression full of sadness.
She said a few minutes before the car accident, I made the last phone call to my daughter, who was at school.
I roared crazily to the nine-year-old girl:
Wake up, wake up quickly.
Only I know that I am free,
I'm waiting for an opportunity to truly "wake up."
Liang Qie carefully weaved a dream for me, and she captured me.
It's a pity that I am not a rose, I am Jindiluo.
A story about vegetative people
There are many reversals, the heroine is darkened, perverted, and has unhealthy outlook on life. The protagonist's behavior should not be improved by the author.
Non-first-person perspective, updated every three days
Forget it, no one will watch it, let's finish it as soon as possible
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