Song Huanyan looked toward the door as Qiao Chuchu and the others pushed open the ward's door and walked in. Seeing Song Huanyan awake, they joyfully approached.
"Looks like you're in great spirits," Qiao Chuchu said.
"Is this the so-called 'disaster for a thousand years'?" An Yue said.
"Huanyan, don't listen to their nonsense. A brush with death means you're bound for good fortune," Yue Xiaowan said with a giggle.
Song Huanyan looked at her three best friends with their eyes red and swollen, obviously having been crying.
"Being alive to see you all is really wonderful," Song Huanyan said with a gentle smile.
"..."
Qiao Chuchu and the other two were stunned for a moment, then couldn't control the reddening of their eyes as tears swirled within.
"Song Huanyan... you're so mean. Are you deliberately trying to make us cry?"
"So annoying, I haven't cried for many years."
