Lin Nianhe had a jumble of chaotic dreams.
In her dreams, it seemed as if she had returned to the time of the catastrophic apocalypse, at one moment scorching hot to the point of dizziness, and the next, bitterly cold to the marrow.
But this time, she wasn't struggling to survive alone; there were Mr. Lin and Aunt Lin's petty yet warm nagging, Wen Lan's indecipherable dialect, Wang Shumei's sister-like calm care, as well as the villagers who would start fighting at the drop of a hat...
And there was a man who grew in the heart of her heart.
Su Yuncheng watched Lin Nianhe, her face flushed red, yet unable to suppress the smile tugging at her lips, and considered calling for a doctor.
They call this a common cold with fever?
It's obviously hallucinations caused by the fever!
He was about to get up when a slight flutter of the girl's eyelashes on the hospital bed caught his eye, and her eyes slowly opened.
Lin Nianhe was a bit dazed.
