During the few days I was unconscious, I always faintly heard some conversations.

"Ahh

“......”

"This girl? Why is she? ”

"Shhhh Don't talk nonsense! ”

“……”

"Oh my God! The man who did the surgery was..."

"Don't ask! Dr. Zhang commanded! It's not something we can handle! ”

“……”

When I woke up, it was New Year's Eve.

The sound of firecrackers rattling outside the window, and the sound of car horns was several times more lively than usual. There was also the continuous cheering of children, which further highlighted the festive atmosphere...... That's how I was woken up.

I love to celebrate the New Year because after the New Year it means the arrival of spring. Vientiane has recovered and the vegetation has been renewed, and people have long been looking forward to the days of spring after spending the cold winter in the ice and snow. It is a feeling of new hope in the streets and alleys, even in the busy, I always feel inexplicably excited.

Even though I don't want to wake up, I want to sleep forever if I can.

When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is the streamers and balloons hanging from the roof. So, I began to look at where I was at this moment. This room is exceptionally spacious and bright, the decoration style is similar to that of a high-end five-star hotel, and it has been cleaned very carefully, even the glass windows not far away are extremely clean, and you can count a few snowflakes scattered outside the window if you look closely.

I don't remember exactly what happened, my memory is mixed with fragments and fragments. It was as if I had slept for so long that I couldn't pick up all the memories and put them together. Or maybe I deliberately wanted to forget those at all, and after thinking about it, I simply stopped looking into it.

I'm a very comforting person, and this super-fast adaptability, I call it, is too lazy to fight against fate.

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It wasn't until I heard a faint sound in the room that I turned my head to look for it, and suddenly saw a medical monitor and various medical instruments that I couldn't name on the solid wood bedside table next to me, and I instantly reacted! Yes! This is the senior ward of the hospital.

I struggled to my feet, and I quickly felt a tearing pain all over my body, and I gasped in pain. At that moment, I realized that all this was really not a dream. I forcibly suppressed this painful feeling, and then tiptoed towards the door, and the first person I saw was my sister-in-law whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

She wore a red fur scarf around Chanel, a Dior red fur coat, a pair of tight-fitting red leather pants underneath, and CL's red stiletto heels as always. You don't have to think about it to know that the Bordeaux burgundy Hermes platinum bag that was thrown aside on the ground was also hers, with Fendi's new monster hanging on it, as if grinning at me.

At this moment, she is dressed in red except for her hair, sitting on the sofa not far away, drinking a super large cup of Starbucks American paper cup coffee, while carefully flipping through the new issue of "CBN Weekly" in her hand, and she doesn't seem to notice me who has quietly woken up.

What a beautiful scene! It's so beautiful that it leaves me dumbfounded!

Her dark brown hair covered half of her cheeks just right, and there was a light snow outside the window, and she was dressed in red with her noble and graceful posture, as if to show that she was the darling of heaven. It's as if everything is in the background for her, deliberately setting off her every move.

This probably comes from the temperament of a woman's bones! Although the years have left unending marks on her face, time has made her live more and more like herself.

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At this moment, in the ward, the air is still flowing with 84 disinfectant, and I haven't smelled the expensive homemade perfume, so I know that my sister-in-law must have just come in.

The sister-in-law has a very unique smell, like a kind of sensor, even in the chaotic crowd, you can smell and recognize people, and find her location at once.

Of course, this is not something that ordinary sentient beings can easily do. If you don't have a mine, don't go for perfumery, because you're going to love it and die a miserable death.

Because in my memory, my sister-in-law deliberately went to France more than three times for this perfume, spent countless silver, and finally used tuberose, which is "more expensive than gold", as the main fragrance, and added some precious and rare raw materials, and only matched two perfumes.

One was kept for herself, and the other was given to my brother-in-law as a wedding gift at her grand and luxurious wedding scene. In order to commemorate their four-year long-distance love run, it finally came to fruition.

Indeed, it is a very unique taste, like the fragrant smell of fragrant flowers in the garden at night, elegant and noble. However, this taste has a fatal weakness, that is, the cost is extremely expensive, and the shelf life is pitiful. So much so that for the next six years of their marriage, my poor sister-in-law would be extorted a large sum of money every few months by my sister-in-law to continue their wedding souvenirs.

The sister-in-law explained that this is the taste of money. On this point of view, we have reached a high degree of agreement!