"Lin Jie, Lin Jie..."
A soft call, accompanied by rhythmic knocking, woke Lin Jie from a gentle dream, lost on the path of return.
He was about to sit up but felt his body heavier than usual, with aches all over, yet there was an indescribable satisfaction flowing through him.
Beside Lin Jie lay An Kexin, her black hair disheveled, with several strands clinging to her forehead and cheeks, damp with sweat.
She too was awakened by the sound, hurriedly propping herself up.
With just this simple action, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, revealing a touch of pain, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, speaking quickly, "Miaomiao is back? Hmm, it doesn't sound like her voice..."
"It's Ling Mengjiao!"
At this moment, Lin Jie had already recognized the voice of the person knocking, feeling secretly relieved. If it were Lin Miao, she would have pushed the door open while knocking.
