Just such a small gesture shocked the little palace maid who was concentrating on feeding her medicine.
She stared blankly at the actions of the woman on the bed, and when she reacted the next moment, the little palace lady was ecstatic.
The woman shook her bed excitedly and closed her eyes again, fearing that she would faint again when she woke up.
"Miss, miss, you are finally awake! Open your eyes quickly! Miss, don't fall asleep! Open your eyes quickly!"
"Little girl, please, if you shake me again I will fall apart."
An extremely hoarse voice reached his ears, and Mo Zihan frowned in dissatisfaction.
He opened his eyes half-closed again, and an enlarged face appeared in front of him. His dewy eyes flickered, and there were tears on his eyelashes.
The person who was chattering in her ear just now was this little girl, right?!
This girl looked about fourteen or five years old. She was wearing ancient maid or palace maid-like clothes. She looked at her excitedly, nervously and with concern.
She quickly glanced around and saw a simple and simple room. Apart from the bed she was lying on, there was a small table and four chairs. There were no other decorations in the room.
There was no video camera or anything like that, and there was no Mo Feng or Ouyang Zheng around.
She can guarantee that if she was still in the original world, no matter where she was bombed, Mo Feng would definitely find her and stay with her.
And now she is alone, which illustrates a fact that makes her feel chilling: she has been reborn in another world, and the environment in her new life does not seem to be very good.
This can be seen from this simple room and the little girl's cold and pus-filled hands in front of her.
Raising Mo's signature smile, Mo Zihan asked quietly: "Little girl, where are you? Who are you?"
The little palace maid, who was still holding the spoon in her hand and forgot to put it back into the bowl in excitement, suddenly froze and the spoon in her hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"Little... miss, I am Xinlan, you... you don't remember me? We grew up together..."
After saying that, my nose felt sour and tears flowed down.
Mo Zihan smiled slightly, sat up with some difficulty, leaned against the bed, stretched out his hands, and held Xinlan's hands that were leaking yellow water.
She doesn't like others to touch her, except her relatives and the people she likes.
Although she didn't know this little girl, she was taking good care of her while she was in a coma. In this cold winter, even though she was in a coma, her whole body was warm, but this little girl's hands were as cold as frost.
When frostbite broke out, no medicine was given.
Xinlan looked at Mo Zihan's actions and felt warm in her heart, but a little embarrassed.
"Miss, let go, it will be contagious."
Mo Zihan smiled again. "Don't worry, chilblains are not contagious."
Xinlan looked at Mo Zihan gratefully, and felt sad when she thought that Mo Zihan didn't even remember her.
"Miss, you really don't remember me? What should I do?"
"What's this? Isn't it just amnesia? Just tell me everything I can't remember, and I'll know it!"
Looking at Mo Zihan's reassuring smile, Xinlan thought for a moment and felt that it was right. Anyway, the young lady has woken up now, which is the best result. The master and his wife will be happy if they know it.