When I was hospitalized, she and my husband shared a ward with me. Her husband was seriously injured in a traffic accident and has been asleep. The doctor said that it may become a vegetative state.

Awaken you with brightness. No one can bear this kind of disaster. But when I saw her, I was taken aback, she was so stylish and beautiful. In early winter, she wore a thin woolen dress, light makeup on her face, bright lipstick, and long hair that was tucked on her head, obviously carefully groomed.

She sang happily in the ward, told a lot of anecdotes, and when it came to happiness, she burst into laughter. There was a lot of talk about her behind her back, saying that this woman was heartless, her husband was like this, and she still had the mind to dress up and joke. She is young, beautiful, and has a good job. Before long, she will definitely abandon her husband and marry another.

Every day, she always finds time to sneak out of the hospital. Bring back a bunch of "treasures" from outside: clothes, jewelry, or a pot of flowers. She placed the flower quilt on the window sill of the ward, and opened it energetically, reflecting the ward in pink and yellow.

She draped the "babies" she bought and walked in front of us, her face turned to her husband, and she frequently asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?" Her husband didn't respond, but she was not tired of it.

In the middle of the night, I woke up and found that she was not in the ward. I pushed open the balcony door and saw her sitting on the balcony in a daze. From the moon to the middle of the sky, the faint moonlight plated a layer of silver on her body. She looked like porcelain in the dark depths, shining with a cold light. She heard the door slam and turned, tears streaming down her face.

I was stunned. Her pain was hidden in the middle of the night without anyone. She said to me apologetically, "Wake you up?" I said, "No." I could only comfort her like this: "He will wake up, definitely."

She reached out and wiped her eyes, smiled, and said, "I know he'll wake up. He likes me dressed up and he likes me happy, so I'm going to dress up and wait for him to wake up. ."

Two weeks later, I was discharged from the hospital. She took me to the door of the hospital and put a purchased pendant in my hand. He also told me what kind of clothes would look good with it. She seemed to say to me, and she said to herself: "No matter what time, you must be beautiful, so that you will have a good mood and live a good life."

We also have occasional contact, and every time on the phone, she happily describes to me what clothes she wears, what jewelry she wears, and what treasures she finds.

When the spring flowers were blooming, I found the pendant she gave, and matched it with the color of the clothes she said, it was really beautiful. Her phone rang suddenly at this moment, and she wept with joy and told me that he was awake.

This is what I expected. I never doubted that she would wake him up with her beauty. Because the true miracle of life is not giving up.