Minmin took a sip of water and spoke softly, "Maybe I hit my head and had some messy dreams. I still feel heavy all over now."
Recalling the scene of her crying miserably before, Lu Qing, sitting beside her, asked casually, "What kind of dreams did you have?"
"I don't quite remember."
In fact, Minmin still remembered some, but she didn't know where to start, so she simply said she forgot.
Lu Qing sighed, "It's good that you're okay. When you were unconscious, Director Cheng and Mo Leen stayed with you the entire time. They left just an hour ago."
Minmin heard this and remained unmoved. She held the water cup in her hand and turned her head to look out the window.
It was already late at night; by this time, the little village of Nanmian should be shrouded in darkness.
But what she saw in the distance was a brightly lit area, the night breeze outside bringing a faint floral scent to her nose.
The faint floral fragrance brought a sense of chilly feeling.
