Gu Xiaoer's hospital room, where she was listlessly receiving an IV drip. Head tilted back, she stared dumbly at the liquid dropping from the IV, lost in her thoughts. Her heart felt an inexplicable sense of loss, still fixated on her missing earring.
What if it was not with Han Luoli? What if she really couldn't find it?
Her home had burned down, and all traces of her mother's presence were gone.
That earring was the only thing left.
Why did fate have to cruelly strip away even this small consolation?
As she was lost in a daze, the door to the hospital room suddenly opened.
A man's figure, swift as the wind, strode in, quickly turned, and clicked the door locked.
Gu Xiaoer, still in a daze, recognized the visitor and broke into a wide smile: "Da Luoluo, it's you! You look so rushed, I might have thought something happened to you!"
