The drug was not that powerful so half an hour later, Zhao Qianqian regained consciousness.
She was held onto by Mother Zhao and placed onto the sofa in the resting room. Then, she covered her with a blanket.
Zhao Qianqian's eyes seemed to be hazy. There was no focus on them.
"Qianqian, Qianqian, how do you feel? Don't scare me, Qianqian…"
"Mother?" Zhao Qianqian's voice sounded as though she'd cried. Her face was red and her breathing was uneven.
"Mother is here. Don't be afraid." Mother Zhao hugged her child with a painful heart.
Father Zhao walked over too and asked in a gentle and soft voice, "Qianqian, do you remember what happened?"
"I…" Zhao Qianqian's breathing was very unstable.
"Don't be in a hurry. Talk slowly." Mother Zhao consoled Zhao Qianqian.
