It was a sunny morning.
Yeh Cangqiong opened his eyes and saw the warm sunlight streaming through the window, filling the room with warmth.
Chi Xiaoyu was wearing a beige casual jacket, her long hair tied at the back, her bright eyes looking at him.
There were still tears on her lashes, but there was already a look of surprise in her eyes.
He reached out to wipe her tears, "Silly girl, why are you crying again?"
"You're awake, that's great!"
"Yes, I'm awake. I feel like I just woke up from a long, long sleep..."
"It was long enough!"
She wiped her tears messily, leaned over to lie on his chest, and hugged him tightly.
Finally, it worked. Han Yimo was right; she was indeed the remedy, only she could heal him.
Fate is truly amazing, bringing her into his world. Perhaps this was her ultimate mission.
She glanced at the IV bag quietly; the liquid was already gone, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She raised her head, reached out to touch his forehead, then rubbed his chin.
