Chapter 5: My name is Su Li, and I am your husband!

Chapter 5: My name is Su Li, and I am your husband!

Princess Changle gradually became aware of her surroundings. At first, her consciousness was shrouded in darkness. She could not perceive any light or sound and even not sense her own body.

Princess Changle was overwhelmed with panic and helplessness, as she was just a 22-year-old girl. The worst part was that she couldnt even cry or have a hysterical outburst to release her emotions. Her mind was consumed with boundless anxiety and fear, making her unable to calm down. No one could see the turmoil that raged inside her as she appeared normal with her eyes closed.

Princess Changle was unsure of the passage of time, but she could faintly hear voices. She recognized her parents voices and the voices of many others. She longed to open her eyes but found herself unable to do so. The frustration of being unable to regain her sight added to her distress.

She recalled the experience of ghosts pressing down on her bed when she was a child. She was fully awake but found herself completely immobile, no matter how much effort she exerted. Her closed eyelids felt as heavy as a massive boulder rendering her unable to open them. It was a distressing and helpless feeling for her, just like her childhood memories of encountering ghosts.

Gradually, Princess Changle began to hear the voices around her more frequently. After her mother held her hand and wept for some time, she finally realized that she had fallen into a coma and was unable to wake up.

Despite her efforts to regain consciousness and move her body, Princess Changle remained paralyzed. The voices around her grew more distinct, though they still came and went in waves, sometimes clear and other times muffled.

She tried many times to control her body, but she couldnt. Every excretion was an extreme destruction of self-esteem for Princess Changle. She couldnt even save her dignity by committing suicide.

No one would care about the turbulent waves in a vegetative persons heart. No matter how responsible the female officer was, she would not give Princess Changle any psychological support after cleaning up.

Princess Changle felt that death would be preferable to endure such a state of constant degradation. Though she could not resist the torturous cleaning process, she wished for the ability to numb herself from the painful experience. To her, this repeated destruction of her dignity felt like a form of torture. Each time the female officer finished cleaning her, Princess Changle was left on the brink of an emotional breakdown.

Every day, Princess Changle was unsure of how long she would have to endure such emotionally draining experiences. There was no one to comfort her, not even her own parents, who only cried to her about their own thoughts and feelings. She felt that she was like a piece of wood, not like a real person. Princess Changle faces such torture every day.

For Princess Changle, the tears shed by her parents aside her bed were no different from crying at her grave.

At this moment, Princess Changle felt as if her palm was being held by another rough hand. The heat in this palm made her slightly stunned, and an unusually gentle voice of a young man rang in her ears.

Let me introduce myself, my name is Su Li, and I am your husband!