Come With Me

Even if I live with a vegetable all the time who has no consciousness and won't wake up, I still have feelings.

From the salary of Nancy and the help of Robbie, I take it as a responsibility to take care of Rogelio.

In addition to my responsibility, the reason why I am focused on this matter is that I sympathize with Rogelio.

When I see that he eats and drinks water only through the nostrils and stomach tube every day, I feel so sorry for him.

The once handsome man now is like he will never wake up.

I don't know much about Rogelio's past life.

But because of a gratitude letter, I have a little respect for Rogelio.

It was a letter from a poor primary school. The servant asked me to put it away when she gave it to me.

But as the letter was written to Rogelio, I opened the letter at my own decision that day and sat at Rogelio's bedside to read it for him.

"Hello, Mr. Luo. Thank you for your financial support and investments all the time. Among the twenty poor children you funded, nine of them have successfully completed the studies of primary school and will soon be promoted to middle school. The other eleven children have also performed very well in study, and they have promised that they will study hard and repay your help -- the LiShan primary school."

Since then, I believed that Rogelio must be a kind-hearted person.

I put the letter back into the envelope and looked around the room, trying to put it away.

In Rogelio's room, there was a half wall sized bookcase with some books and decorations on it.

Among all the boxes, there was a box of extremely exquisite workmanship. The size of the box was just a little larger than an envelope.

At that time, I just thought that this delicate box was fit for this precious letter, so I went over to the box, took it off and opened it.

But to my surprise, there was also a thick pile of letters in that little box.

I picked them up out of curiosity, and found that each envelope was written with a date on the left, and the letters were placed in order by the date.

letter with the

pink letter with

little? I almost got lost? I remember that it was raining heavily that day. You got off the car and held an umbrella for me and sent me home. Maybe you've forgotten what happened

I walked to Rogelio's bed unconsciously and sat quietly beside

I'm curious about what happened to Rogelio in the past, so I can't help but

live in your life, but I'm afraid of disturbing you. I want to be close to you, but I'm afraid that you'll leave

letter for you. I want to tell you that I like you. I want to be with you. In your world, are you

I looked at Rogelio, and read the signature on the letter

I didn't know if I was hallucinating. I seemed to see Rogelio's eyelid twitched.

beat. I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me.

No response......

"Michelle Qi!"

was still no response. I thought I had a

it back in the box. Looking at the delicate box in my hand, I

saw Rogelio lying on the bed and didn't make any change. "Don't worry. I'll read a letter to

the bed until he will die. That night, I began to search online for posts on how to take care of

for people like Rogelio who has been in a coma for one year, I still want

I have never thought that I, who has been infinitely quiet,

late because of research. Before I went to bed, I was thirsty, and I had no water in my room, so I went

stairs, I was hit by someone and my body was out of control, almost falling to the stairs.

sounded like there were several things. I thought it

I could see clearly what it was, a woman beside

was able to see generally who she was. She was a

at night. Why are

Fannie just covered her stuff and said, "didn't you

in a

knocked at the door and

It's not just that Nancy doesn't like me.

time every day

that time. I thought there was something