"Click."
The door of the hospital room closed again, and the soft click startled Shu Yulan, who had been resting on the sofa.
Her concern for her daughter made her extremely sensitive even in her slumber.
Hearing the sound, she quickly opened her eyes and sat up.
In the quiet hospital room, no other figure was visible, only her Shanshan, still lying quietly on the bed.
But she indeed heard the sound of the door closing just now. Had Shanshan's dad come back and left again?
Startled like this, Shu Yulan was no longer in the mood to rest. She pulled off the thin blanket and got up, walking to the bedside and sitting down on the single chair.
As she looked up at her daughter on the hospital bed, she suddenly noticed something unusual.
The thick, curled eyelashes were clearly fluttering lightly.
"Shanshan?"
