It was close to one in the morning when Zoe came out of the emergency room.

Cosmo had just entered the emergency room and spoke to Zoe, hoping to wake her up earlier.

Now, the siblings came out together. Zoe lay on the stretcher, her face still pale. Her hand, hanging by the bedside, tightly grasped Cosmo's hand.

Her eyes were red, and her face bore deep anxiety and vigilance, as if fearing that Cosmo would disappear from her sight at any moment.

Penelope quickly got up and walked over, his trembling palms gripping her other hand.

His voice was low and remorseful. "It's okay now. Everything's fine. It's all...