With her head bowed, Margaret stared blankly at her wrist, repeatedly checking the marks on it.
There were no wounds or marks.
There was only one red mark left from being accidentally pressed while sleeping...
"sleep?"
Was I... asleep before?
Margaret's eyes flickered, and she gradually came to understand her current state.
As if from another world, some distant memories slowly surfaced in her mind, and she remembered what she had done before.
"I went to find Jiang Wan, and then we met with Dr. Lin together, and finally..."
In the last part of the memory, it seems that Dr. Lin injected himself with some kind of medicine, saying that it would give him new ideas.
"Was I dreaming before?"
Were those all dreams?
"I always feel like I did something incredible in my dreams."
What was it again?
"It seems like she was hung up? And there's a man who keeps appearing..."
...Is it some kind of erotic dream that can't pass censorship?
But it always felt very intense, and there seemed to be something strange about it.
Card.
The door lock clicked softly; the people outside the ward seemed very careful, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside.
The door was pushed open silently, and a small head peeked in, meeting Margaret's gaze.
"Um?"
Holding a hot towel, Chu Yu blinked, smiled happily, and walked in naturally.
"Captain, you woke up pretty early this time!"
Much earlier than last time.
"How did you get here? What am I doing here?"
Margaret's gaze shifted between Chu Yu and herself as she examined her clothes.
They weren't changing into hospital gowns; they were still wearing the same clothes as before, suggesting they had only recently arrived.
"I came after receiving the notification. You were only brought here a short while ago, maybe... forty minutes?"
He walked to Margaret's bedside, handed her a towel, and gestured for her to wipe the sweat from her forehead herself.
"I noticed you seemed to have a nightmare earlier, you were sweating a lot, what kind of dream was it?"
For a moment, fragmented scenes from my dream flashed before my eyes, then vanished with astonishing speed.
Margaret couldn't recall where she had read that if you don't consciously try to remember something, you'll automatically forget 95 percent of what you dream about within five minutes of waking up.
She was interrupted by Chu Yu while she was reminiscing, so it's a bit difficult for her to recall the events now.
After some thought, she ultimately decided to give up after pondering for a long time.
"It's nothing. I'm sober now anyway, so I'll just forget about it."
It's a bit of a regret, but I didn't force myself to think about it.
Sometimes it's better to forget than to remember.
Margaret covered her cheeks with a warm towel, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped in heat.
She put down the towel, turned to look at Chu Yu, and gave a somewhat dazed smile.
Under Chu Yu's somewhat confused gaze, Margaret gently shook her head.
She said:
"However, it seems like I had a very, very long dream."
A dream that seems to carry both regret and redemption.
"However, it doesn't seem to be a nightmare."
In her dream, she seemed to have redeemed others and been redeemed by others.
Just remembering these things is enough.
"Is that so? That's good too."
Shifting his gaze from Margaret's gentle smile, Chu Yu sat down on the stool beside the bed, which belonged to the caregiver, and said earnestly:
"Actually, you don't need to rush, we will all wait for you."
"No matter how long it takes, we will wait for you."
For Chu Yu, Margaret was the captain, but she was more than just the captain.
More than anything, they were a family member who redeemed her.
Time doesn't matter; what matters is being together.
Chu Yu felt deeply saddened to hear that Margaret had fallen into a coma again after receiving some treatment to restore her bloodline.
It's okay this time, no problem, but what about next time?
Humanity is still working hard on the study of bloodlines, as there are still too many uncertainties.
No one can guarantee what the results of the next experiment will be.
It could be a miracle, or it could be death.
Chu Yu made up his mind that even if it came at a price, he would make sure Margaret recovered.
But at that very moment, she stopped in her tracks, ready to make her move.
Her brows furrowed, and she looked up in disbelief.
How could this be!?
Startled by Chu Yu's sudden movement, Margaret assumed she was angry because of her silence and quickly said:
"Yes, don't worry, I'm fine..."
Um?
Halfway through her sentence, Margaret also realized that something was amiss.
It didn't come from Chu Yu, but from herself!
She stared blankly at her palm, and under her subconscious prompting, her slender fingers began to become powerful and sharp.
Bang.
A faint light shone from my fingertips.
Fire!
"This is……"
...
...
Ning Feng's steady breathing changed, and his body trembled involuntarily before returning to calm.
He woke up too.
However, unlike Margaret, who almost fell into a dream forever, Ning Feng woke up quickly.
This is not only because he can clearly distinguish between dreams and reality, but also because of his current posture.
Once again, he rested his head on Shirin's soft thighs.
And this time, it's soft skin without the black covering.
The warm touch and faint fragrance made him feel almost like he was in heaven.
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