Su Yan woke up in a hospital room.
The scent of disinfectant filled every corner of the room.
Nearby, she heard her mother's sobbing voice.
"Yanyan, you must not die, mommy only has you as her daughter!"
Su Yan opened her eyes.
Her throat hurt terribly.
She tried to speak.
"You······"
As soon as she uttered a word, the pain in her throat made her cough violently.
The middle-aged woman who had been crying lifted her head, her teary eyes suddenly gleamed with joy.
She rushed forward and grabbed Su Yan's arm.
"Yanyan, you're awake!"
Su Yan looked down at herself.
She was wearing hospital clothes, her hair dyed golden with big waves.
Her nails were peony red.
A needle was inserted into the back of her hand.
She was receiving an infusion.
She couldn't think more.
The middle-aged woman was already happily hugging her tightly.
"Yanyan! It's so great, you're okay, you scared mommy to death."
