After much effort, Feng Xiao slowly opened his eyes.
The glaring lights in the room faced him directly, and he immediately reached out to block it.
Haphazardly, he felt a small, soft hand on his forehead.
He froze, forgetting to shield the lights, instead gently pinching the little hand.
A giggle came from beside him, "Brother, are you awake? Why are you pinching my hand?"
His vision cleared completely, and in front of him was a fair-skinned little girl, her eyes red and swollen, yet they seemed to be the most beautiful.
Feng Xiao was stunned, why would his sister be here? Isn't this a dream?
"Brother, why aren't you speaking? Are you feeling unwell? Did you take your medicine?" The little girl had a worried look in her eyes.
Was there actually someone who cared about him?
Moreover, it was his favorite little sister. Feng Xiao was incredibly astonished; this scene felt just like a dream.
