Wishful Thinking

By the time Zhao Shuning woke up, it was already three days later.

She had just woken up, and her eyes were slightly open.

As his body lightly moved, he felt his entire body ache, and his bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

She couldn't help but exclaim softly as someone else immediately came up to her.

"Little girl, you're awake."

"Little girl, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. If you didn't save me, you wouldn't have ended up like this. When we go back, I will definitely tell my father and let him avenge you."

Zhao Shuning had just woken up from her stupor when she saw a crying little girl standing beside her.

In Zhao Shuning's eyes, this girl was only 13 or 14 years old and could be considered a little girl. However, in that little girl's eyes, Zhao Shuning was only 9 years old and could be counted as a little sister.

"Little girl, what's wrong with you? Can't you talk? "