On the way back, Ye Fan was driving, and Lu Xiangxiang was pestering Mengyao in the back seat.
Qiu Wen and several other women were in a car following Ye Fan.
"Mengyao, the past few days feel like a dream to me. If it were really a dream, that would be great, but unfortunately, it's not a dream, it's a real nightmare. Why is my life so miserable? I was just attending a medical conference, how did I end up in such a mess? I almost died, you know?"
Lu Xiangxiang kept talking, gripping Mengyao's arm, as if she couldn't stop sharing her grievances and sorrows.
"I know, I know, aren't you alright now? Surviving a great disaster means future blessings," Mengyao patiently comforted her.
"Blessings? What kind of blessings could there be? It feels more like a shadow. I think I'll carry this shadow with me for the rest of my life," Lu Xiangxiang said with a troubled face.
"A shadow is also an experience. You can consider it an adventure," Mengyao said warmly.
