"Now?" Tang Yuran's mother blinked in surprise, turning her head to glance at the wall clock. It was only half past six in the morning.
"Yes!" Tang Yuran hurriedly responded, then swiftly made her way out.
She flagged down a taxi on the road and, after telling the driver to go to the People's Hospital, she stared blankly at the scenery outside the window.
Why had she had such a dream that morning...
Could it be that something had happened to Gu Yu, that he had come to bid her farewell in a dream?
Could it be that his condition had suddenly worsened last night, and he hadn't made it until dawn?
The more Tang Yuran thought about it, the more her heart felt unbearably anxious.
No, no, no, the elders say that dreams are always the opposite.
So, Gu Yu must be okay...
Tang Yuran arrived at the hospital with trepidation, hastily paid the taxi fare, and then jogged towards the inpatient area.
