Lu Xiaoyou cleared her throat again, sat up straight in the chair, opened her mouth, and started to sing.
Yan Nanxun first widened his eyes in surprise, then pressed his lips together, and his eyebrows furrowed almost into a single line.
His hand instinctively gripped the bed sheet beneath him, as if he was holding back something.
Beside Lu Xiaoyou, Hou Tingfu hadn't slept for three days, and once she fell asleep, she slept more soundly than Yan Nanxun.
At this moment, her delicate brows were tightly knit, her lips slightly parted, as if she was trapped in the whirlpool of a nightmare and couldn't escape.
A white hamster jumped out of Lu Xiaoyou's pocket, plopped onto the ground, quickly got up, stood on its hind legs, covered its chest with a front paw, and walked out.
As a little hamster, its strides couldn't be very large, and the door of the ward seemed so far away; yet, that door was its hope for survival, and once it made it past that door, it would be saved.
