Hm?
Sun Qingshuang thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes forcefully and stared, unblinking, at his daughter's face.
Immediately after, the fluttering grew faster and more pronounced!
Then, after her eyelids struggled and twitched several times, those eyes, shut tight for nearly two months, finally, slowly, so slowly, opened into a tiny slit!
A glimmer of light, a mixture of haze, confusion, and strangeness, shone out from that slit and re-entered the world.
"Hai... Haiqing?"
Sun Qingshuang's voice was filled with stunned joy.
He reached out but didn't dare touch his daughter.
He was afraid that everything before him was just an illusion, too good to be true.
Hearing his call, Sun Haiqing's eyes moved with great difficulty, as if searching for the source of the sound.
Her lips quivered, and an extremely faint syllable escaped her throat.
"Dad..."
