At 5 p.m., Zhao Mengmeng finally regained consciousness after sleeping for a few hours and slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze met the stark whiteness of the ceiling, overpowered by a smell of disinfectant that scrunched her nose in discomfort.
Her body felt as if it had been run over, weighed down by a deep fatigue.
She lifted her arm, hearing a faint noise.
This movement startled Song Weiyi awake.
"Mengmeng, you're awake?" Song Weiyi asked with surprise and joy.
Zhao Mengmeng glanced around the hospital room and, seeing only Song Weiyi, smiled in content.
"Mm, what time is it? How long have you been here?" she asked, touching her lower abdomen.
Moment by moment, her thoughts unraveled, recalling the doctor's conversation with Song Weiyi and her own decision before she had lost consciousness.
Her right hand was still attached to an IV drip. The baby must have been removed by now, right?
