Bab 128: Chapter 128: The Psychologist

——A drawn-out darkness.

It seemed like someone was talking by her ear.

But she could not hear clearly; the voices were as though separated by countless mountains and rivers, ethereally and hazily intruding into the depths of her brain. Buzzing chaotically, she could not discern the meaning of those jumbled words and sentences.

Han Jiaojiao struggled to open her eyes, which felt incredibly heavy, and the outside light suddenly poured into her pupils, making her involuntarily close them again.

"...Baby, wake up."

It was her brother's voice.

Was her brother going to ask her to get up and drink milk again?

But she felt so uncomfortable now, thirstier for water than the sickly sweet milk...

"Baby... are you awake, Jiaojiao..."

"...I don't want milk," Han Jiaojiao murmured with her eyes closed, her voice very weak and hoarse, "I don't want to drink it."

Then she felt her hand being carefully held, and Han Yi gently called by her ear, "Baby, open your eyes and look at me..."