Xiao Feifei slowly sat up from the bed. Her face was crimson and she shied away from looking at Ye Lingchen.
"Feifei, here's your porridge." Sister Lin came in just then with the bowl of porridge.
"Sister Feifei, hurry up and eat," Ye Lingchen smiled and urged.
Xiao Feifei answered with a soft grunt and proceeded to consume her porridge slowly. It had been a while since she enjoyed the wonderful taste of food.
She took her time to eat. Tears gradually began to fill her eye sockets but she pursed her lips and stopped herself from crying.
"Lingchen, am I dreaming?" Xiao Feifei looked at Ye Lingchen abruptly and asked.
Her brain was a little hazy. She had already come to terms with death, choosing to stay at home and make preparations to leave quietly. Never in her wildest dreams would she expect Ye Lingchen to fall from the sky and cure her disease.
"Sister Feifei, this isn't a dream!"
