Still in the hospital room, Jiang Muwan, who had been in a hazy sleep for three days, felt her head buzzing with warmth, and there wasn't a single part of her body that felt comfortable.
The noise from outside the window and inside the room alike had become foreign to her, irrelevant to someone who had just returned from death's door.
For some time now, she had developed a habit of having frequent dreams at night.
And whenever she had these dreams, she would be going through some kind of ordeal, the last time it was being kidnapped, this time falling into the river.
After three days of deep sleep, her dreams rushed by like slides in a projector,
too fast to grasp.
Having survived on nutrient solutions for three full days, her body had become noticeably thinner, exuding a sense of withering that came from an illness not yet fully recovered.
"How do you feel?" Fang Ming, accompanied by a nurse, came in to check and asked Jiang Muwan in a low voice.
