"Cough, cough!" A muffled cough inappropriately broke the silence, "Yinfeng, I'm not dead! The doctor said I could live another fifty years!"
The crying stopped abruptly.
Lu Yinfeng lifted her head from Mo Nanze's embrace, staring blankly ahead.
Yan Sijia, wearing the same patient gown as her, ambled over.
Upon seeing this, Mo Nanze released Lu Yinfeng and went to support Yan Sijia while explaining, "Sijia was lucky, the bullet didn't cause a fatal injury."
Uncertain if it was grief or joy, Lu Yinfeng looked at Yan Sijia woodenly, blinking vigorously.
It wasn't a dream.
The person she longed for was alive, right in front of her.
Sunlight poured into the ward, coating the ghastly white walls in a layer of gentle color, as a breeze wafted through.
Everything in front of her was like a dream, like an illusion.
For a long while, the ward was silent.
"That's right!" Lu Yinfeng suddenly jolted, remembering something crucial, "Was Little Dewdrop found?"