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Chapter 194: Dream (4)
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... t flickers.
The hazy consciousness stirs, weighed down by exhaustion.
I rub my tired eyes, still heavy with sleep.
The sight that greets me is the familiar view of a hospital room.
“......”
Someone is holding onto my sleeve.
I look down at the bed.
Sitting atop the white sheets is a little girl, no more than ten years old.
A girl with a frail appearance, even for her age.
When our eyes meet, her small lips part to speak.
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