The next morning.
Fang Miaomiao woke up naturally.
This feeling was truly wonderful.
"You're awake."
Fang Miaomiao opened her eyes and looked at the familiar scene.
However, why was she in Wen Zhiyan's room as soon as 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.
But the result...
Heh.
Let it go, fine.
The world could end for all she cared.
She no longer knew how to face Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao's dejected expression on the bed, not understanding what was happening. "What's wrong?"
After a long while.
Fang Miaomiao finally came to her senses and sighed faintly, "You're too young, you wouldn't understand."
Perhaps in Wen Zhiyan's eyes now, she was clearly a terrible person who was only after his good looks, someone impatient, who would sneak into someone else's bed at night.
Although, it was true that she was quite attracted to Wen Zhiyan's appearance.
"Oh right, Dad said he had something to do and wouldn't be back until tonight," Wen Yan'an said, unaware of the extent of the other person's wild imagination, faithfully relaying his father's instructions.
"Mm, I know," Fang Miaomiao waved her hand listlessly. "Be a good boy, go play by yourself, and let me sleep a little longer."
"Okay."
Wen Yan'an got up and went out, even closing the door softly.
Fang Miaomiao tilted her head to look at the large empty space beside her. Just as she was about to get up and return to her own room to sleep, an intense dizziness washed over her.
"You're here."
Fang Miaomiao frowned as she looked at the person who was identical to her. "Why are you here again?"
Entering her dreams again and again, and this time forcefully knocking her out, was she ever going to stop?
"I... I didn't mean anything else, I just wanted to see if you were doing well," the original host said quickly, waving her hands apologetically at Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao sneered and looked the original host up and down. "What, if I said I was doing well, would you forcefully switch back?"
The original host immediately shook her head. "How could that be?"
She was doing well in Fang Miaomiao's world. Sister Li was very kind to her. To escape the control of that disreputable company, she had sued, won the case, and successfully terminated the contract. She had even brought the kind Sister Li with her.
In that world, she was very happy.
So why would she want to switch back?
The only reason she forcefully sought out Fang Miaomiao this time was because she had some thoughts and felt it was necessary to convey them to Fang Miaomiao.
"Convey something?" Fang Miaomiao eyed the original host warily before asking slowly, "Then tell me, what is it?"
"The Fang family knows who I, or rather, your biological parents are."
"What do you mean? Aren't your parents Fang Yan Huan's parents?"
The book didn't mention Fang Miaomiao's biological parents, so she had treated it as if they didn't exist. After all, she preferred fewer troubles to more.
But why would the original host say that the Fang family knew her parents? Could it be that the original host's biological parents were not Fang Yan Huan's adoptive parents?
Don't tell her that her origin was even more powerful than the Fang family's, and the Fang family had decided to conceal it to avoid trouble.
That would be too cliché.
"No," the original host shook her head. "I only overheard it back then. To find out the truth, you'll have to rely on yourself."
Fang Miaomiao's eye twitched. "..."
Thank you, she really didn't want to deal with these melodramatic matters.
"I don't have much time left here. Fang Miaomiao, from now on, you'll have to handle things here on your own."
"Fang Miaomiao, I'm very sorry for doing this without your consent. I hope you can find unexpected happiness in this world that you deserve."
"Fang Miaomiao, you have to believe that what your eyes see isn't always the truth. You have to follow your heart, understand? Your heart is the greatest gift heaven has given you."
"Fang Miaomiao, goodbye."
More accurately, goodbye forever.
...
Central Hospital.
In an office, a group of neurologists and orthopedists were gathered together.
"A miracle, this is simply a miracle."
"How was this achieved? I've lived and 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 worldview has been shattered."
A few years ago, it was they who had declared that Wen Zhiyan was paralyzed from the waist down and had no sensation. For years, the Wen family had spent an enormous amount of money and effort on Wen Zhiyan's legs, only managing to prevent the condition from worsening and his legs from atrophying.
But this did not mean that there was any possibility of Wen Zhiyan's legs ever standing up again.
However, today, Wen Zhiyan had come to them, requesting a full physical examination.
The examination revealed that the nerve cells connecting his brain to his legs had become active again. How was this possible?
"Mr. Wen, what do you usually eat? Or what kind of exercises do you do?"
Wen Zhiyan's brow furrowed imperceptibly. "The cook is in charge of my meals, and the physical therapist helps with blood circulation."
As for Fang Miaomiao, she was the secret he would protect his entire life, a secret no one would ever know.
The elderly doctors in the office exchanged glances. Could it really be a divine miracle?
Such situations were not unheard of. A year ago, a patient who had been declared disabled at their hospital had opened his eyes the next day, was able to walk within a week, and happily returned home with his family two weeks later.
"Mr. Wen, we have made a diagnosis based on your condition. You are blessed with good fortune. Your previous pain was not an illusion; the pain receptors in your feet are beginning to repair themselves."
Although this trip was to confirm his own suspicions, receiving a positive confirmation made his heart, which had long since been devoid of any ripples except for Fang Miaomiao, beat again.
His eyes flickered, and his fingers instinctively clenched the fabric of his casual trousers. He said in a hoarse voice, "Explain it in simpler terms."
"Mr. Wen, if you persist in your treatment, you will eventually be able to stand up from your wheelchair after some time," said an older doctor happily. "You can stand up. Heaven itself is helping you."
As he finished speaking, 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 imp, no, little angel, to his side, bringing him joy, laughter, and even health.
Fang Miaomiao.
His little angel.
If he could, he would dedicate his entire life to protecting her.