The next morning.
The sky outside was still dim, but Zimei suddenly sat up.
She anxiously reached out to feel around, and only when her hand grasped the man's arm did she breathe a sigh of relief.
It turned out that everything that happened last night was not a dream.
She was so afraid that those things were too beautiful, and in the end, just her imagination.
The comforting sound of the man's breathing came to her ears, Zimei lay down again, tightly embraced Ye Cheng's waist, and closed her eyes.
Today is the day of the surgery, she lay down but couldn't fall back asleep, her heart still uneasy.
After breakfast, the two headed to the hospital together.
By this time, Zimei had changed into a hospital gown and was lying on a mobile bed. On the way to the operating room, she held Ye Cheng's hand tightly, reluctant to let go.
"A Cheng, I love you." This was the last thing she wanted to say before entering the operating room.
