Jian Yufei stared blankly at him—
Ruan Tianling put away his phone, his eyes were very bright.
"What, you still can't believe it?" he asked.
Jian Yufei truly found it hard to believe.
How could something witnessed by so many people be false?
"My mom... she's really still alive?"
Ruan Tianling nodded: "Yes. She's alive and well, not dead."
"Really?"
"More real than gold."
Jian Yufei laughed and reached out her hand: "Hurry, pinch me to see if it hurts."
Ruan Tianling lifted her hand and bit it gently.
Jian Yufei felt genuine pain, yet her heart was so excited it felt like flying.
"Ruan Tianling, I'm not dreaming, this isn't a dream!"
The man smiled indulgently: "This has never been a dream."
"Haha, this isn't a dream, this isn't a dream—"
Jian Yufei happily rushed outside.
Even though it's raining, she didn't care.
Just moments ago, she was sickly; now she's bursting with energy.
There's no doubt about it, a great joy brings tremendous positive energy to a person.
