When she awoke, a new day had already plunged into twilight.
Wen Meimei felt a complete lack of strength throughout her body. She wanted to get up, but her body hardly had any energy.
A cello-like melodious voice came to her ears.
"Do you want to get up?"
"You, you're still here?"
Wen Meimei was not a little frightened, almost believing she was still dreaming.
Qiao Chengxun gently wrapped his arms around the girl's body and whispered, "You wouldn't let me leave, I didn't dare to go."
"When did I not let you go?" Wen Meimei felt somewhat wronged.
"It seems your memory isn't as good as Qingqing described. You made me record it, do you want to see it?"
Qiao Chengxun gently removed her small hand, in a soft voice he said, "Meimei, I'm very grateful to you, you've saved my life again."
"Huh?" Wen Meimei felt a pang of anxiety in her heart. Did he know she was the Red Scarf??