The hospital in the early morning was bathed in a tranquil and harmonious stillness.
Yan Lu lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the chirping sparrows perched on the treetops outside the window. Spring had returned, life was flourishing, buds were sprouting anew, and even the sparrows' chirping seemed less noisy, brimming instead with a vibrant vitality.
The clacking of high heels striking the floor disrupted the peace.
Yan Lu's body suddenly stiffened. As the footsteps approached closer and closer, a growing unease stirred within her heart.
The door to the hospital ward was pushed open from the outside.
Yan Lu, in the middle of lifting the quilt to get out of bed, froze mid-motion, as a shadow loomed over her from above.
Yan Lu awkwardly lifted her head. Her pale little face instantly lit up with a fawning yet delighted smile. "Aunt, how coincidental that we would run into each other here."
