The area outside the ward quieted down, and Yan Nian was finally able to touch Meng Wan again.
Before that, he made sure to take a shower and tidy himself up, just in case Meng Wan woke up and saw him looking disheveled.
He acted as if he were on his first date with his beloved, putting himself in the best possible state.
The tubes had been removed from Meng Wan's body. Her face was pale, and her lips were bloodless. She looked like a lifeless doll, beautiful but without any vitality.
Yan Nian's eyes were full of heartache. It wasn't until he held Meng Wan's hand that his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, as if he had found someone to rely on.
"Wanwan...please wake up soon, you've been sleeping for a long time, you can't oversleep anymore."
Yan Nian's voice was soft and gentle.
He gently breathed on Meng Wan's cold hand, which was cold from the IV drip.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting the shadows of the leaves outside on the ground, which swayed gently in the breeze.
Warm and tranquil, yet an inescapable sadness lingered around Yan Nian.
Slowly, his eyelids grew heavy...
In the darkness, Meng Wan sat curled up in the middle. It seemed as if someone was calling her name, the voice growing louder and clearer, disturbing her sleep.
She opened her eyes, the bright light making them uncomfortable. She blinked, and it took her a while to recover.
She opened her hands and found that they had become very small, as if... her hands used to be bigger.
"Wanwan..."
Before she could figure it out, that gentle voice rang out again.
Meng Wan stood still, choosing not to run to a bright place.
"Who are you?" came the childish voice, tinged with wariness.
"Wanwan, it's me, Aunt Jiang. Have you forgotten me?"
"And me, your Uncle Yan, do you remember me?"
The two voices sounded very familiar to Meng Wan, but for some reason, her nose felt a little sore.
She wrinkled her nose, took a step, and then stopped.
The other party didn't rush her; the flashing light seemed to be telling her not to rush and to take her time.
Meng Wan looked conflicted, but she gritted her teeth and ran over anyway.
As she passed through the light, she was greeted by a man and a woman.
Meng Wan wanted to ask them who they were, but found herself unable to speak, and the other person seemed unable to see her. She stood in front of the two and waved her hand; she didn't know when, but her hand had returned to its normal size.
"Wanwan!" Jiang Yu looked in the direction of Meng Wan, but her eyes seemed to be looking through her at someone else.
Meng Wan turned her head and saw a child, about five or six years old, with a sweet smile, who threw himself into the woman's arms.
"Aunt Jiang, Uncle Yan!"
The two men patted her head, and Yan Pingshun even picked the girl up and let her ride on his shoulders.
Are you happy today?
"Yes, he lost to me in the race today." The little girl smiled brightly.
"I was just letting you win!"
Meng Wan noticed that the woman was also holding the hand of a little boy. The boy had fair skin with a rosy glow and looked like a cute little boy.
His face was very clear, but for some reason, Meng Wan couldn't call him by name.
"Wanwan is really amazing. Niannian, you need to work harder too. A real man should admit defeat honestly. Making excuses is not cool at all."
The four people's silhouettes looked incredibly heartwarming, and even their conversation exuded cuteness and happiness.
Meng Wan watched silently, her eyes gentle, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curving upwards.
The scene shifts, and all four people disappear. Meng Wan seems to be pulled backward by a force, and she arrives at another scene.
It was a classroom at sunset, empty except for a girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, sleeping on her desk.
Her arms and face were red from being pressed down, and her hair was slightly disheveled, covering most of her face. The girl's dark circles were clearly visible, and she looked extremely tired.
The boy, carrying a drink, came in from outside, sweating profusely, but the moment he saw the girl, he stopped and became cautious.
He drew the curtains halfway, blocking the setting sun from shining on the girl's face.
"Are you done?" the girl asked groggily, her eyes still closed, her voice soft and unguarded.
"Okay, you sleep a little longer. I'll go to the changing room to take a shower and then come back." The boy's voice was hoarse as he went through puberty.
"It really does smell." The girl's eyes weren't even open yet, but her mouth moved faster than her brain. But it wasn't that she really disliked it; she was more teasing the boy.
Upon hearing this, the rebellious teenager deliberately moved closer to the girl and waved his clothes.
"You're the only one who'll stink." The childish words made the girl laugh.
The girl squinted and patted him lightly. The boy didn't dodge and just smiled as he accepted the light slap.
"Sleep a little longer, I'll be back soon." The boy rubbed her head and patted it gently twice.
Meng Wan nodded. The boy took out a clean school uniform from his desk and used it as a cushion for Meng Wan. He then placed the drink on the corner of her desk before leaving.
The real Meng Wan, however, watched all of this like an outsider. As the boy left, the scene began to change.
Meng Wan quickly adapted to this spatial tension without offering any resistance.
Sure enough, it was still the two of them, but the scene was in a hospital. They looked to be sixteen, but they lacked the vitality that someone their age should have; instead, they looked sorrowful.
The two stood in the morgue, holding hands tightly, watching the man being covered with a white sheet.
For some reason, Meng Wan's heart also started to clench.
She wanted to step forward, but the surrounding scenery changed rapidly.
This time, it was the same woman from the beginning, but she had lost her initial vitality and was now on the verge of death, making Meng Wan unable to resist reaching out to grab her.
In the blink of an eye, a woman who looked exactly like the one lying on the bed suddenly appeared beside her and grabbed her hand.
Meng Wan was startled, but Jiang Yu shook her head slightly, signaling her to watch quietly.
“You are strong and resilient. Although you don’t talk much, you are a gentle child. With you by my side every year, I feel very at ease.”
Meng Wan listened, but 'she' disappeared, replaced by that boy.
"Wanwan is a good girl, you should treat her well..."
Meng Wan blinked, tears welling up in her eyes without her noticing. She looked at the woman beside her, who didn't speak but simply pulled her into her arms.
Like a quilt that has been sun-dried, its warm scent lingers in the air.
“Aunt Jiang…” Meng Wan suddenly spoke, her memories gradually returning.
"What did we agree on last time about what you should call me?"
"mom……"
"Yes, I'm here." Jiang Yu hugged Meng Wan, just like always.
"I miss you so much." Meng Wan's voice was trembling with tears.
"Thank you for your hard work, Wanwan. You're still so excellent and brave. Mom is so proud of you."
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