Her eyes opened to a familiar white ceiling, and the scent of disinfectant reminded Cheng Zhiwei.
She was in the hospital again.
Her hand lifted slightly, touching something.
Then Zhou Lin's voice emerged, hoarse from a night without sleep, "You're awake?"
Cheng Zhiwei realized that what she had just touched was Zhou Lin's hair.
Without speaking, she turned her head to look outside the window, where the autumn rain struck the glass, making it seem so cold.
Zhou Lin belatedly realized her hearing problem and called Zhang Yuanheng over.
Zhang Yuanheng leaned in slightly and asked Cheng Zhiwei if she felt better.
She nodded, enduring the pain in her throat as she spoke, "Much better."
Zhou Lin's pupils shook, his lips moved, and he instinctively took a step back.
Zhang Yuanheng had just used a very loud voice to speak with Cheng Zhiwei, but seeing her calm demeanor, she clearly hadn't noticed this.
Her hearing really was impaired.
