She knew her own body well.
It couldn't be that a high fever would cause her to forget everything.
The illness had struck oddly, and she had fallen into a coma without even realizing it.
There must be something she didn't know.
Yun Zhuo looked at Ming Yao's reddened eyes and guessed she might have seen the news.
"I'll call him to come over, and you can talk to him," he said.
Ming Yao nodded, "Okay, call him."
Ming Yao returned to her apartment.
Leaning against the doorframe, she felt a sourness in her nose.
After waking up from a sound sleep, she needed Senior Brother to call him so she could see him?
How ironic!
Ming Yao quickly adjusted her emotions. She walked into the dressing room, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at the woman in the reflection. She felt slightly dazed and for a moment felt like a stranger to herself.
Just three days in a coma, and she had lost weight, appearing less spirited.
