Each time, her hand touched the oxygen mask.
But each time, the oxygen mask felt like it weighed a ton.
This directly crushed Chi Chan.
It rendered her completely powerless.
One thing Chi Chan often did was sit by Chi Minghe's hospital bed and stare blankly at him.
At this moment, Chi Minghe's appearance was clearly visible to Chi Chan.
Chi Minghe lay peacefully on the hospital bed with his eyes closed.
His hair was sparse and gray, and his face was deeply lined with wrinkles.
Because they hadn't seen the light for a long time, their dark skin had turned dull and pale.
Beneath the blanket was a skeletal body.
It was so light that Chi Chan could lift Chi Minghe up with just one arm.
But now, Chi Chan no longer needs to hold Chi Minghe's body and wipe his body.
She's free!
She is finally free!
Chi Chan touched the tears on her face, momentarily lost in thought.
The world is vast, and Chi Chan has no idea where to go.
From this moment on, she has no father!
"Bang--"
Then, a piercing sound rang out—the sound of tires screeching against the ground during a sudden stop.
Chi Chan flew out and fell directly onto the snow.
A car that appeared out of nowhere hit Chi Chan, sending her flying.
The drunk driver panicked and, in his haste, stepped on the gas again.
Chi Chan was knocked away again, crashing to the ground and kicking up a flurry of snowflakes.
The night, stained even darker by the swirling snowflakes.
The blood beneath her gradually soaked Chi Chan's white down jacket and the glistening snow.
The tires screeched against the ground, making a piercing sound that grew fainter and fainter until it was completely inaudible.
The world returned to silence.
Chi Chan lay on the ground, gazing up at the sky.
In the pitch-black night, light snowflakes drifted onto her face.
It's so cool!
It gets cool for a certain moment.
Chi Chan seemed to see Ji Siyuan in his high school days, standing in the center of the auditorium as a freshman representative, giving a speech that was excellent and dazzling.
She saw her having a big argument with Chi Minghe, who opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word, and finally looked downcast and disappointed.
I saw the family of seven, all huddled together at a small dining table, eagerly vying for food. It was a scene of harmony, simple yet beautiful!
...
Frame after frame of past scenes flashed before Chi Chan's eyes.
Chi Chan thought: It turns out that what she had always longed for was very simple.
It's about the whole family sitting together, enjoying a meal happily.
But why is such a simple request so difficult?
If she had the chance to start her life over again, she would definitely cherish it.
To change Chi Minghe's fate.
It also changed her life!
She has lived such a tiring life!
Now, I can finally get some rest.
Chi Chan's thoughts gradually dissipated, but a relaxed smile appeared on her lips.
——
On the swaying minibus.
People were packed together, and under their feet were poultry with their wings and claws tied, chirping incessantly.
The aroma of meat buns, the smell of sweat, the smell of chicken and duck droppings, the smell of feet...
These flavors blended together, lingering and nauseating.
Chi Chan slumped in her chair, her face pale and ashen.
Chi Minghe looked very anxious.
"Xiao Chan, just bear with it a little longer, we'll be there soon. Once we get to the city, it won't be so bumpy."
Seeing Chi Chan looking miserable from motion sickness, Chi Ming felt a pang of heartache and broke out in a cold sweat.
With so many people, the father and daughter only managed to grab one seat, which Chi Minghe naturally gave to Chi Chan.
He stood next to Chi Chan's seat, using his body to create a small space for Chi Chan on the crowded minibus, blocking people and things from crowding onto her.
Chest tightness, shortness of breath —
I feel so nauseous that I want to vomit, but I can't.
Is this what it feels like to be dead?
So, even in death, she continued to suffer!
The noise around me grew louder and louder.
Chi Chan frowned. Even if she had to continue to suffer, why couldn't she just get a peaceful night's sleep?
She had been so tired over the years that she dreamed of Zhang Qiaoyue begging the doctor to postpone the payment of medical bills.
I finally had a different dream today.
She dreamed of Chi Minghe, and of Chi Minghe's long-lost rambling.
Chi Chan opened her eyes.
A large backpack blocked her view.
A strange, imitation Doraemon pendant hangs from the zipper of the backpack.
This is the backpack she carried in high school.
She looked up and met Chi Minghe's concerned eyes.
"dad?"
Chi Minghe didn't hear the surprise in Chi Chan's tone.
He pulled out a large red plastic bag and handed it to Chi Chan.
"Xiao Chan, if you really feel uncomfortable, just throw up. You'll feel better if you do."
Chi Chan reached out blankly and took the bag.
His eyes were fixed on Chi Minghe, and he remained motionless.
Standing in front of her was Chi Minghe, whose face was dark but full of energy.
My feet seemed to have grown roots, allowing me to stand steadily on the crowded and swaying bus.
He used his body and hands to create a paradise for Chi Chan.
"dad--"
The cicadas murmured in the pond.
Tears quickly filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.
Why are you crying?
Chi Minghe was flustered and pulled out a tissue from his pocket, handing it to Chi Chan.
Is motion sickness really that bad?
Chi Minghe was sweating profusely with anxiety, wishing he could be the one suffering instead.
The passengers on the bus also turned their attention to Chi Ming and his daughter.
A kind passenger took an orange out of his pocket.
"Hey bro, give this orange to your daughter, it's good for motion sickness."
"Everyone, quickly open the windows all the way up to let this girl get some fresh air—"
"Look how pitiful she is, she's so carsick she's crying."
...
The swaying bus gradually slowed down and finally stopped on the side of the road.
The ticket seller, an older woman, came over to look at Chi Chan, her usually loud and booming voice becoming soft and gentle.
"Honey, let me help you to the car to rest for a bit and get some fresh air before you come back up?"
Chi Chan wiped away her tears with a tissue, forced a smile at the old lady, and then shook her head.
"Auntie, I'm fine. I just feel a little carsick. Please let the driver keep going!"
"Really? If you're still feeling unwell, don't try to hold it in!"
The older woman looked at the dazed-looking Chi Minghe with disdain, half believing and half doubting.
She yelled at the front of the car again.
"Old Wang, keep driving forward, but be careful!"
Chi Minghe looked down and saw that Chi Chan had stopped crying, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Chi Chan appeared calm on the surface.
But inside, a storm was brewing.
She pinched her thigh hard.
It hurts.
She came back to life?
To be precise.
She was reborn!
I was reborn back to the beginning of my first year of high school.
Nothing has happened yet!
Chi Minghe is safe and sound.
Everything is fine at home.
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