Ji Ping volunteered to be the driver, and Bao Mi did not object. On the way, Ji Ping gave directions, and she spent the rest of the time talking to her father.
Her father's speech wasn't very clear; each word seemed to be a struggle, and his articulation was poor.
But every time she heard her father's voice, Bao Mi's heart throbbed.
Each word that burst from his mouth was like a sledgehammer, blow by blow, shattering the gloom that enveloped her, allowing warmth to once again embrace her long-sunless heart.
So, she was still talking animatedly when they arrived at the entrance of the Health Clinic.
As for what she was saying, she herself didn't really notice, just chattering on about whatever came to mind.
Ji Ping didn't find it annoying; in fact, he found Bao Mi particularly adorable at this moment.
He had been transferred from another Department and had only known her for about two months. During these two months, he had never seen Bao Mi laugh so happily.
