Pain. A searing, fiery pain...
At first, it was just in one or two spots, but it quickly spread across her entire face like a wildfire.
Yan Ziruo couldn't bear it any longer and snapped her eyes open.
The first thing she saw was a cream-white ceiling and an IV stand with a drip bag hanging from it.
She could smell the scent of disinfectant.
The beeping of a monitor reached her ears, along with the ever-clarifying pain in her face...
This combination quickly brought the newly awakened Yan Ziruo to full consciousness.
'This isn't the operating room... it must be a patient room, right?'
'The surgery is over.'
Yan Ziruo turned her head and saw a tall, thin figure that was incredibly familiar and reassuring to her.
Sitting by the bed, Yan Feifan was flipping through a medical journal.
Noticing that he hadn't realized she was awake, Yan Ziruo called out pitifully.
"Feifan, it hurts!"
Hearing the sound, Yan Feifan put down the journal and turned to look at her.
"You're awake?"
