The next morning.
Fang Miaomiao woke up naturally.
This feeling was truly comfortable.
"You're awake."
Fang Miaomiao opened her eyes and looked at the familiar scene.
However, why was she once again in Wen Zhiyan's room the moment she opened her eyes?
She remembered very clearly that she had locked her own door before going to sleep, precisely to prevent herself from wandering into Wen Zhiyan's room in a semi-conscious state.
And the result…
Heh.
She might as well just give up.
The world could end, for all she cared.
She no longer knew how to face Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao on the bed, her expression devoid of any will to live, and didn't quite understand what was wrong. "What's wrong?"
After a long while.
Fang Miaomiao finally came back to her senses and sighed faintly, "You're still young, you wouldn't understand."
Perhaps in Wen Zhiyan's eyes now, she was a complete scoundrel who was lusting after his beauty, someone eager and stealthily sneaking into another person's bed at night.
Although, that being said, she was indeed quite attracted to Wen Zhiyan's looks.
"By the way, Dad said he had something to do and wouldn't be back until tonight before he left." Wen Yan'an, unaware of the extent of the person on the bed's wild imagination, diligently relayed his father's instructions.
"Mm, I know," Fang Miaomiao waved a hand wearily. "Be a good boy, go play by yourself, and let me sleep a bit longer."
"Okay."
Wen Yan'an got up and left, quietly closing the door behind him.
Fang Miaomiao tilted her head to look at the large empty space beside her, which had appeared at some point. Just as she was about to get up and return to her own room to sleep, a strong wave of dizziness washed over her.
"You've come."
Fang Miaomiao looked at the person identical to herself and frowned. "Why are you here again?"
Entering her dreams again and again, and this time forcibly making her faint. Was this going to be endless?
"I… I didn't mean anything else. I just wanted to see if you were doing well," the original owner quickly waved her hands and said apologetically to Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao sneered, scrutinizing the original owner from head to toe. "What, if I said I was doing well, would you forcibly switch back?"
The original owner immediately shook her head upon hearing this. "How could that be?"
She was living quite well in Fang Miaomiao's world. Sister Li was very kind to her. In order to escape the control of that disreputable company, she had sued and successfully terminated the contract, even taking the kind Sister Li with her.
In that world, she was very happy.
So why would she want to switch back?
The reason she had forcibly sought out Fang Miaomiao this time was simply because she had thought of some things and felt it was necessary to tell Fang Miaomiao.
"To tell me something?" Fang Miaomiao eyed the original owner warily before slowly asking, "Then tell me, what is it?"
"The Fang family knows who I am, or rather, who your biological parents are."
"What do you mean? Aren't your parents Fang Yan Huan's parents?"
In the book, Fang Miaomiao's biological parents were never mentioned. She had just acted as if they didn't exist, as she preferred less trouble over more.
But why would the original owner say that the Fang family knew her parents? Could it be that the original owner's biological parents were not Fang Yan Huan's adoptive parents?
She hoped it wasn't that her original identity was someone even more powerful than the Fang family, and the Fang family chose to keep it a secret to avoid trouble.
That would be too melodramatic.
"No," the original owner shook her head. "I only overheard it back then. To uncover the truth, you'll have to rely on yourself."
Fang Miaomiao's eye twitched. "..."
Thank you, she really didn't want to deal with such melodramatic matters.
"My time here is running out, Fang Miaomiao. From now on, you'll have to handle things here on your own."
"Fang Miaomiao, I am very sorry for doing this without your consent. I hope you can find unexpected happiness in this world."
"Fang Miaomiao, you have to believe that what your eyes see isn't always real. You have to follow your heart, understand? Your heart is the greatest gift from heaven."
"Fang Miaomiao, goodbye."
More accurately, it was farewell forever.
...
Central Hospital.
In the office, a group of neurologists and orthopedic surgeons were gathered together.
"A miracle, this is simply a miracle."
"How was this achieved? I've lived for most of my life, practiced medicine for most of my life, and this is the first time I've ever seen such a situation."
"How can dead cells come back to life? My entire worldview has been shattered."
A few years ago, it was they who had personally declared Wen Zhiyan's lower limb paralysis and lack of sensation. Over the years, the Wen family had spent an immeasurable amount of money and energy on Wen Zhiyan's legs, only managing to prevent the situation from worsening and his legs from atrophying.
But this did not mean that Wen Zhiyan's legs had any possibility of standing up again.
Yet, today, Wen Zhiyan had come to them, requesting a full physical examination.
Through the examination, they discovered that the nerve cells connecting Wen Zhiyan's brain to his legs had unexpectedly reactivated. How was this possible?
"Mr. Wen, what do you usually eat? Or what exercises do you do?"
Wen Zhiyan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. "The cook is in charge of my meals, and the physical therapist leads exercises to promote blood circulation."
As for Fang Miaomiao, she was a secret he would guard with his life, something no one would ever know.
The elder doctors in the office exchanged glances. Could it truly be a heavenly miracle?
Such situations were not unheard of. A year ago, a patient who had been declared disabled at their hospital had woken up the next day, been able to walk within a week, and joyfully returned home with his family within two weeks.
"Mr. Wen, based on your condition, we have made a diagnosis. You are fortunate, and your previous pain was not an illusion. The pain nerves in your legs have begun to repair."
Although this trip was to confirm his own speculations, receiving a positive confirmation made his heart, which had long been impassive except for Fang Miaomiao, beat wildly once more.
His eyes flickered, and his fingers subconsciously clenched his casual trousers. He said in a hoarse voice, "Put it in simpler terms."
"Mr. Wen, if you persist in your efforts, in time, you will definitely be able to stand up from your wheelchair," said an elder doctor happily. "You can stand up; heaven itself is helping you."
As the words fell, Wen Zhiyan's mind was filled with Fang Miaomiao's every smile and frown.
He slowly lowered his head, an uncontrollable smile spreading across his lips.
Yes, heaven had taken pity on him and sent that little goblin, no, that little fairy, to his side, bringing him joy, laughter, and even health.
Fang Miaomiao.
His little fairy.
If possible, he was willing to protect her with his entire life.