On the tenth day, he didn't dream again.
Until today, the eleventh day.
He saw Ji Rongxinyue, he was lying in a hospital bed, and Ji Rongxinyue was sitting beside him, holding his hand.
Looking at Ji Rongxinyue's face as she tried to hold back her tears, he wanted to say something, but his physical condition and the medication made him fall into a deep sleep.
He had another dream.
...
The ninth dream.
It was a hospital room with two beds.
Both were hospital beds.
One bed held Ji Xinghe, the other held Ji Rongxinyue.
Both of them were wearing oxygen masks, their bodies covered with various sensor patches, wires messily connected to a variety of complex instruments.
"Grandpa, I'm scared."
Ji Rongxinyue turned her head to look at him, reaching out her hand.
Ji Xinghe wanted to say something, but in his dream, he couldn't open his mouth, he could only hold Ji Rongxinyue's outstretched hand.
It was his right hand, the same hand Ji Rongxinyue was holding in the real world.
