The memories from that time still feel beautiful now, as if time has never passed.
But thinking about what happened seven years ago, it feels like time has flown by too fast, wishing it could have stayed at that moment forever.
Memories are like that—bittersweet, they are their lives.
Xue Xianglan stood up and walked towards Xiang Linghao.
Hearing the noise, Xiang Linghao looked up; she was already in front of him.
She quietly examined him; his face was still a bit pale.
"When did you wake up?"
Xiang Linghao closed the book and placed it on the cabinet, answering, "Just one hour ago."
Xue Xianglan frowned slightly, "You just woke up and are already sitting and reading? Aren't you a doctor? Don't you know you need more rest? You collapsed because you were too exhausted."
"I know, so I'm aware of my own body. I feel much better now."
