Perhaps it was the medication taking effect, soon after, Tang Xincheng finally fell asleep. His brow smoothed out, his complexion visibly improved—a child's recuperative powers are indeed remarkable. It hadn't been many days, but he had already recovered quite well.
That sleep was particularly restful for Tang Xincheng, especially since the pain had ceased, he no longer had nightmares, nor did he wake up terrified from them.
When he opened his eyes, he was indeed still in his sister's hospital. To him, this place couldn't be any safer because his sister was here. His sister, since his childhood, had been like a fairy to him, one who could foresee the future, so he trusted her the most.
