Zhang Feng watched his wife, Sun Meixin, open her eyes, and his tears couldn't help but spill from his sockets, heedless of everything, he rushed to the bedside and embraced Sun Meixin in his arms. For three years, he had waited every moment for this day, the day Sun Meixin would awaken. His slightly rough palms caressed her cheeks tenderly, and with a somewhat hoarse voice, he said, "Meixin, you have finally woken up, you have finally come back!"
"Mommy, mommy, I can listen to you tell me stories before I go to sleep every night again," Sun Xiaomei said as she clambered onto the bed, coquettishly.
Sun Meixin looked at everything in front of her, her eyes filled with confusion. Her head felt heavy and foggy as if she had slept for a very long time. She asked with uncertainty, "What is this?"
