Titus Zane didn't know how long he had slept, groggily a little baby crawled in front of him, wobbled its bum and sat beside him, looking at him waving its small hands and giggling non-stop…
"Baby..." In his sleep, Titus Zane curved his lips upward, just as he was about to reach out, the little baby seemed to tumble towards the floor.
A cry of alarm, and the pleasant dream also alarmingly ended, "Baby!" Titus Zane suddenly got up and looked under the bed.
"Child, have you woken up?" Abigail Zimmerman approached, holding a bowl of millet porridge, sat beside the sickbed, scooped up a spoon, "Are you hungry? Have some porridge first."
Retracting his gaze, Titus Zane couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart, looking at the kind and gentle woman, he asked, "Aunt, how long have I slept?"
"Two days and one night." Abigail Zimmerman sighed, the doctor said that he was greatly shocked, it was normal to be unconscious.
