In the evening, after her bath, Ye Qingci lay in bed wearing comfortable pajamas, but her mind was still immersed in fantasy.
After Jian Shichu took his shower, he came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a refreshing scent of mint, lay down beside her, and rubbed her head, "What are you thinking about that has you so distracted?"
"I'm thinking about my older brother!" Ye Qingci turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling and beautiful like the stars twinkling outside the window, "Jian Shichu, tell me, how can this world be so magical? My brother has seen countless doctors and taken countless medicines since he was young. Those doctors all said that there was no hope for my brother's legs, that they would never get better in this lifetime. But now, my brother can actually walk... Jian Shichu, tell me, I'm not dreaming, am I?"
When Jian Shichu heard her mention Ye Jingzhi again, his expression suddenly turned cold.