Black Wind just hoped now that her daughter was alright.
At her call, Qingqing's eyelids twitched slightly, and she opened her eyes. The moment she saw her mother, she started crying heart-wrenchingly.
Black Wind's heart felt as if it had shattered, and she held her daughter and cried together.
No one knew which neighbor had called the police, and also summoned an ambulance.
Soon, the ambulance that rushed over took Qingqing back for a checkup.
Sitting in the ambulance, looking at her daughter who was quietly sobbing in her arms, Black Wind felt unspeakably relieved.
...
Early the next morning.
Jiangli opened her eyes sluggishly amid a noisy disturbance.
"Bang bang bang—"
The sound of knocking kept coming.
Jiangli blinked, her little face darkened, and she sat up abruptly, annoyed, "Who is it, making such a fuss so early in the morning!"
Lin Yurong was also startled awake.
She was somewhat bewildered.
Logically speaking, she was a ghost and didn't need to rest.
