8

8

When I woke up again, I was lying in a room full of flowers.

The nurse gently held my hand and said to me:

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Although you don't have parents, the hospital has received a lot of donations. Your medical and nutrition expenses are all covered."

"Even though your fingers are necrotic, your online parents are finding ways to have prosthetics custom-made for you, which will have the least impact on your future life."

"Additionally, the director of the orphanage wants to meet you. Although you are almost an adult, there are still a few good families that want to adopt you."

I listened, my eyes swelling, as the cold and desolate heart gradually filled with sunlight.

"But, I have parents."

I said with a hoarse voice, "They are Fang Zhuoqun and his wife. I am their biological daughter."

The nurse thought I was scared senseless and quickly comforted me, "It's okay, sweetheart. You're out of danger. You're not—"