"Qingqing...Qingqing..." I was still groping in this boundless black hole, and suddenly I heard someone calling me. It was a very familiar voice that made me miss me. Who could it be!
"Qingqing...it's mom..." This voice called me endlessly. Yes, it's that damn old mom. Wait, is she dead too?
Bah bah...if you die, you will die. Why curse her?
That's not right! How could I hear her voice? She is so hateful and has done such vulgar and bad things. I don't want to miss her so much.
As I thought, a gleam of light somewhere slipped across my eyes. Great, finally there was light illuminating my way to find Naihe Bridge.
Yan Yeyi will definitely be waiting for me there. As for Darius, he might be with that person in heaven.
Running towards the light, the small spotlight suddenly became bright and stung my eyes.
White ceiling??…What kind of plane are you doing?
"Qingqing...you're awake, you're finally awake." Before I could recover, my lying body was suddenly hugged by a woman crying with tears streaming down her face.
"Mom..." I whispered tentatively, still not understanding what was going on.
"Qingqing, you...don't blame mom anymore." Mom quickly let go of me and waited seriously for my reply.
"Am I... not dead?" Seeing my mother crying for me for the first time until her eyes were red and swollen, I avoided her question and made sure again whether I was in hell and dreaming about my life.
"Ah? Woohoo...who will take care of me if you die!" My mother was like a naughty child, acting coquettishly at me.
Let's just say... I'm really not dead.
"Yan Yeyi? Yan Yeyi and Darius... Oops" I immediately propped myself up from the hospital bed and wanted to get out of bed and rush back to the fire scene. Unexpectedly, the pain all over my body and the stinging pain in my arms made me fall back before I could take a step forward.
hospital bed
Only then did I realize that I was covered in injuries, and besides my mother, there was no one else in the ward. This gave me a stronger bad feeling.
"They are all fine, be good." My mother helped me back to the bed and comforted me gently.
"It's okay? Really?" Will it be okay? Will everyone who is so violent be okay?
"It's okay, it's really okay." My mother helped me pull the quilt and said to me seriously.
"Then take me to see them, okay?" I pulled my mother and begged her