As the door slowly opened, a ray of sunlight poured in from outside and fell on the hospital bed. Wen Mian's complexion was much rosier than before; she no longer looked pale and powerless. Her eyes had regained their sparkle, filled with determination and hope. She gently moved her fingers as if to respond to Chen Meiqi's anticipation.
Chen Meiqi quickly walked up, tightly grasping Wen Mian's hand, her voice trembling slightly with boundless joy, "Mianmian, you've finally woken up."
Looking at the familiar yet long-missed face before her, a warm current surged through Wen Mian's heart.
She smiled faintly, her voice weak but resolute, "Meiqi, I'm back."
Chen Meiqi's tears could no longer be held back, they slid down her cheeks. She hugged Wen Mian excitedly, as if to convey the joy and relief of the moment to her.
"It's wonderful, Mianmian, you've finally pulled through," Chen Meiqi said with emotion and consolation in her voice.
