In a daze, Zhu Qianying heard someone speaking. Although the voice was very low, one man's voice was very familiar to her.
This voice, for the past five years, would often come to her unexpectedly in her dreams.
Just as it is now!
But, in the past five years, every time she woke up from a dream, she would find out that he had only stopped briefly in her dream and never stayed for long.
Not once had it been like now, with him actually standing there at the foot of her hospital bed. If she wanted, she could reach out and touch him at any time!
However, after experiencing so many disappointments, she no longer had the courage to extend her hand...
Zhu Qianying tried to suppress a sudden surge of melancholy, and she opened her mouth, "Mr. Yan..."
Her voice was still a little hoarse, but it was undoubtedly louder than yesterday.
Zhu Qianying tried to swallow, the strong sense of soreness and foreign body feeling from last night had disappeared overnight.
