Ruan Qi felt as if she had gone through a very long, long story.
In the story, there was bloodshed, killing, and despair so deep it made one shiver to their soul.
She seemed to have run for a long time, running until she was exhausted, before she escaped from this story.
The ceiling of the hospital room was snow-white, and Ruan Qi blinked, her unfocused pupils gradually gathering focus.
Her arm instinctively moved a bit.
The snow-white fingers brushed against Xi Jiu, who was sleeping at the bedside.
Xi Jiu wasn't deeply asleep. His cheeks were touched, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.
His pitch-black eyes met the clear, peach blossom eyes of the young girl.
Xi Jiu was momentarily stunned.
"Baby?!" His voice was hoarse, with a few traces of tremor and cautiousness.
Ruan Qi gently blinked, her thick eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings in the sunlight.
"Jiujiu..."
She slowly opened her mouth, her voice hoarse from lack of water.
