In his daze, Gong Jie sensed that someone was sitting by the window. He struggled to open his eyes, and saw a familiar figure sitting by his bed.
It was a woman.
The man furrowed his brow as he felt a hand gently placed on his forehead.
"You're awake?"
"…"
"What's wrong? Does your head hurt?" Mu Qingcheng's gentle voice rang in his ears.
Was it his mother…
Gong Jie suddenly felt a lump in his throat. He leaned over and subconsciously hugged her waist.
"Mom…"
…
Pat… pat… pat…
The hand that had been on his forehead began to pat his face gently.
A disdainful voice then rang out. "Wake up, wake up…"
Gong Jie finally came to his senses and widened his eyes. At this point, a ray of sunlight shot in through the window. Only then did he realize that the sky had cleared. The sun was high in the sky, and it was bright outside.
