In the middle of the night, Lin Nuan's anesthesia subsided. Her wound hurt a little, and she squirmed on the bed like a caterpillar.
Vaguely, she felt a warm hand caressing her forehead and occasionally rubbing against her hair.
Such gentleness gave her great comfort, and her wound did not seem to hurt as much anymore.
That night, she even had a dream, a distant dream…
She dreamed that when she first came to the Ning family, she couldn't get over the fact that her parents had passed away. She often had nightmares and a high fever.
At that time, every time she woke up at night, she would see Ning Shiyu sitting by her bed, caressing her forehead and cheeks, comforting her.
Lin Nuan almost couldn't tell if those beautiful memories were real or a dream.
"Dad, Mom…"
"Dad, Mom…"
Tears blurred Lin Nuan's eyes as she suddenly opened them, only to realize that it was already dawn.
