Meng Jingyi woke up again, another night had passed, and the sky was turning pale.
The dim lights in the hospital room were on, the smell of disinfectant invaded her nostrils, and faint breathing sounds could be heard. Turning her face to the side, she saw Xiao Heng lying on the next bed, Mrs. Xiao leaning by the bedside, and Meng Mu slumped at her feet.
This scene left Meng Jingyi in a daze for a long time; could this be another beautiful dream?
She reached out to pinch her belly, and the real pain that came made her wild with joy.
This is not a dream, this is not a dream!
Meng Jingyi lifted her slightly trembling hands, stared at them for a few seconds, then slowly touched her face—gauze, eyes, nose, mouth... such a real sensation!
She was not dead?
