Last night, Song Xiaodong stayed at the Xiao Family's home until he woke up the next morning at a little past ten.
Upon opening his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman sitting by his bed, her cheeks propped by her hands, watching him with her clear, large eyes without blinking.
"Brother Xiaodong, you're awake," said Xiao Yingying, who was sitting by the bed. Seeing Song Xiaodong awake, she immediately flashed a smile and greeted him.
"It seems you're in good spirits," Song Xiaodong said to Xiao Yingying with a slight smile.
Xiao Yingying nodded and said, "Yes, I've come back to life. I just knew Brother Xiaodong would come to save me."
"Maybe it's just your fate not to die yet. If I had come back a year or two later, I guess you would have died."
"Yes, yes, I'm really lucky. I didn't expect to still be alive, but thinking about it, being alive isn't bad at all."
