Fang Yi was in a comatose state, unconscious, and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious.
And when Fang Yi was conscious, a woman's voice would occasionally ring in his ears.
At first, Fang Yi couldn't hear clearly, it was vaguely words like "good little brother," and that voice sometimes gentle, sometimes irritable, made Fang Yi feel extremely familiar.
Then, after an unknown amount of time, Fang Yi heard another woman's voice, incredibly gentle, like a trickling stream over one's heart, bringing a wave of warmth and comfort.
"Ziqi." Fang Yi finally remembered the woman's name.
Yes, her name was Xia Ziqi.
The view before his eyes sometimes dark, sometimes blurry, in short, indiscernible, and he didn't know how long this lasted.
As Fang Yi's consciousness became clearer, he finally could see clearly, and the first thing he saw was a piece of ceiling.
Hmm, it was his bedroom ceiling.
With eyes open and consciousness clear, Fang Yi sorted through his thoughts.
