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With that, she rushed frantically to the bed, holding Dylan's hand.

Jacob grabbed her by the shoulder, whispering huskily, "Savannah, he gave no response. It could be your imagination!"

"Not an imagination! It couldn't be! The feeling of his touch was clear. His finger did move! You may not check it out at home. Take him to the hospital and have a closer look. Maybe he will wake up soon!" Savannah said quickly.

"Even if he did move," Jacob shouted in a low voice to stop her from suffering another disappointment, "it's probably just nervous reflex activity! It doesn't mean anything. Not a sign of waking up soon! It's normal for vegetative patients to move their limbs!"

Savannah was quiet for a long while.

Recovering himself, Old Sterling glanced at Jacob and whispered, "Thank you, Dr. Shamon, you'd better go home right now."

Then he turned to Savannah sadly, "Savannah, come with me."

Savannah followed Old Sterling out of the room and went downstairs as if in a trance.

It was not until she sat down with Old Sterling on the sofa that she regained a sense of consciousness.

"Savannah. I know," said Old Sterling, his voice shaking a little and his eyes red, "you've been expecting Dylan to wake up, and so am I. But it's been a year. I'm afraid... It's very difficult to bring him around. I know your grandfather and your mother loved you very much, and they tried to persuade you to go back to your life and routine. They don't want you to waste your youth on Dylan. I know Dylan also doesn't want to see you suffer for him..."

Savannah looked up at Old Sterling suddenly, realizing what he was trying to say.

"So, I mean, starting tomorrow, you can move back to Green Bay or just go back to your grandfather's place in Chicago... Kaiden, it's up to him. If he wants to go with you, I won't force him to stay. After all, the kid should stay with his mother. Just let him come back to me every week, as he always did."

"Sir, are you driving me away?" Savannah was shocked.

"Dylan would agree with me." Old Sterling sighed.

He had made up his mind. It was his decision, and he knew it was the wish of his son.

The Sterling family could not afford to waste the youth of a promising young woman.

He would rather be the bad man.

"I'm not leaving," Savannah clenched her fist, "I'm staying with him. Sir, it's only a year! How can you be so sure he can't come? You are his father! Why don't you have any confidence in him?"

With that, she got up and hurried upstairs.

She closed the door, leaning her back against it, and the tears ran down.

It took her awhile to throw herself on the bed, sobbing, "Dylan, everyone is telling me to leave you. Wake up, please... Otherwise, I might not be able to hold on... I'm really tired..."

After all these ups and downs and storms of weeping, Savannah, exhausted, gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Warm, familiar breath against her ear woke her up.

She opened her eyes and found herself resting in a man's arms, sitting on his lap.

The feeling was so familiar.

She turned, rubbing her eyes, and saw Dylan looking at her tenderly.

Seeing her awake, he held her with great force and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Tears immediately blurred her eyes.

She couldn't remember how she fell asleep in Dylan's arms, but it felt as if he had never left her.

He was holding her tightly, in a white shirt and grey trousers, and though his face was tired and haggard, he was indeed awake.

"You wake up? Am I dreaming?" Savannah reacted and jumped up.

"How could it be a dream? I've always been with you." He smiled and pulled back her in his arms.

His big hand slid to her waist and pressed her closer to him.

She was overwhelmed by joy and grief, barely holding back tears.

She said he had just moved! It was not her imagination! He must be waking up soon! And no one believed it!

She buried her head in his arms with a heavy grievance and sobbed, "You bastard! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? You made me cry again and again..."

He said nothing but hung his head and placed a gentle kiss on her hair, and then he raised her head and kissed away her tears.

"I'm sorry, I swear, I won't keep you waiting," he whispered in her ear, full of tenderness.

She closed her eyes in his passionate kisses, and all the pain and grief were slowly replaced by happiness again...

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and sat straight up.

Looking around, she found nobody else in the room.

All about her was lonely and still.

It was a dream.

Not reality.

He didn't wake up.

She found herself completely unable to suppress a sense of disappointment.

How could it be just a dream?

She jumped out of bed and ran to the next room, slamming the door open.

A nursing assistant was massaging Dylan's leg for him when Savannah came running in.

"Miss Schultz, what's wrong?" The nursing assistant turned around in surprise.

Savannah stared at Dylan, who was still asleep, showing no signs of waking, and finally told herself that it was just a dream.

What did that dream mean?

Was it because she missed him too much?

If he was not going to come out of this state, why did he come to her in the dream?

It was a long time before Savannah turned and walked slowly out, slowly into despair and loneliness.

* * *

Lying in bed, she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. When she closed her eyes, she recalled the dream.

The dream he had came back.

She wanted to sleep quickly and dream about him again.

But the pain in her heart kept her awake.

Tossing and turning for a whole night, she finally fell asleep after midnight.

It was a pity he didn't appear in her dream again.

She got up as the first morning light cast into the room.

After washing and changing, she was about to go to Dylan when Cooper came to her with a grim expression.

"Miss Schultz, please come downstairs with me."

Savannah thought of what Old Sterling tried to persuade her yesterday, filled with foreboding.

She followed Cooper downstairs.

On the floor, there were several suitcases.