Xiao Ruiyuan was awakened by suffocation. As soon as he opened his eyes, he met with a gray, very old-looking ceiling. Recalling everything from last night and noticing that his abdominal wound had already been dressed, he knew he had been saved.
"Oh? You're awake!"
Just as he was slowly moving his body, trying to get out of bed, a clear and tender voice rang in his ear. He looked up to see a five or six-year-old child staring at him with wide eyes, a face full of surprise.
Xiao Ruiyuan was just about to ask him something when the child turned and ran off.
Zhenzhen, who had seen her big brother covered in blood and had cried out of fear the night before, quickly ran to the kitchen and called out to her older sister, who was decocting medicine: "Big sister, that big brother is awake. Is the medicine ready?"
Mo Yan was startled by his loud voice and couldn't help but poke Zhenzhen's forehead, pretending to be angry: "If he's awake, then he's awake. What are you rushing for?"
