"Qhianqhian... Qhianqhian... Luo Qianqian."
The repeated calling left Luo Qianqian a bit confused. Who was it? Who is it, really?
She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the white wall in front of her and the IV drip, feeling a bit lost: "Where is this place?"
The ward was very quiet, but there was a somewhat pungent smell, and she could faintly hear the sound of an old man spitting.
As soon as she tried to speak, she realized her throat was extremely dry and hoarse.
"You're in the hospital, young lady, what's wrong with you?" A kind voice spoke up. Luo Qianqian turned her head in confusion to look and saw an elderly lady with a benevolent smile. The old lady poured her a glass of water: "Your boyfriend is really kind to you; he just left in the morning."
"Boyfriend?" Who? Why doesn't she remember such a person?
"You silly child, who else would stay with you all night if not your boyfriend? I heard he just went home, probably because staying out all night worried his family."
