Wasn't she dead when the plane crashed?
While he was still in a daze, someone suddenly knocked on the door. A woman in her forties pushed the door open and entered with a tray.
"Ya, miss Yingying, you're awake? That's great, Yingluo."
The woman placed the plates by the bed stand and smiled happily.
After that, she went out to call for help.
Bai Fuxin stared blankly at the woman's disappearing figure. She did not even have the chance to ask the woman what had happened.
After about two minutes, footsteps could be heard.
She raised her eyes slightly and looked at the person.
The person was standing at the door. The corridor was dark, and she couldn't see the man's face clearly.
She pursed her lips uneasily as she looked at the man and asked in a trembling voice.
"Yingluo, Who are you?"
"Hahaha, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect miss Bai to have forgotten about me." The man chuckled and slowly walked into the house.
