Dreams always come to an abrupt halt. When she opened her eyes, Chang Xuyu's mind was a blur. The usual fluorescent light was off, and the heavy dusk sealed the entire hospital room. The thick blue blackout curtains hung heavily, only letting in a sliver of moonlight, soaking the room in dampness and chill. The coolness of disinfectant permeated the air, heavy enough to make breathing feel stuffy.
She slowly regained her senses amidst a chaotic haze, her long lashes trembling faintly as she struggled to lift her heavy eyelids. The memories from the dream were too scattered; she wasn't sure if it was a real past between her and Yi Zhuo.
Her limbs were limp and weak, as if the bones had been drained of strength. Her head throbbed dully, her consciousness was hazy, and her whole body radiated the pale, sickly look of someone just recovering from a serious illness. Her skin was naturally fair and translucent, but now her lips were cracked and colorless, her thin frame sinking into the bedding, as quiet as a fragile shadow.
She shifted her gaze blankly and saw a middle-aged man sitting on the chair by the bed. She remembered him—he was the driver accompanying Yi Zhuo this time.
Seeing her awake, the man immediately stood up, his voice gentle and cautious, with careful concern. "Miss Chang, you're finally awake! President Yi arranged for me to stay and monitor your condition. How are you feeling now?"
Chang Xuyu's throat was dry. Swallowing her saliva felt like knives cutting flesh—painful and speechless. She moved her lips slightly and managed to speak, her voice as light as the wind. "Sick? Then... how long have I been unconscious?"
Having finished such an unusual dream, she figured it must have taken at least two or three days. But hadn't she been taking the medicine Song Shuheng gave her? Back then, Song Shuheng said the medicine was to suppress the episodes. Why was she having a relapse now? Was it because of the fall into the water?
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