"It's all right..." Familiar sounds drilled into the ears of Mu Xiaoqi.

The voice is familiar, but the tone is strange.

In her impression, how could the owner of the voice speak to her in such a soft, feathery tone?

She must have misheard.

Mu Xiaoqi hooked his lips and opened his eyes. He was facing a pair of bloodshot but still bright eyes.

The dim light of dawn sprinkles through the window. A soft lamp in the ward, coupled with the ray of dawn light, makes people trance like in a dream.

Mu Xiaoqi opened her eyes, but her consciousness was not clear. She looked at the familiar eyes...