Someone grabbed her hand, "The baby is still here! The baby is still here! Azhi!!"
Xia Zhisu blankly looked towards the source of the sound. It was a handsome face, showing worry and haggardness, but now it bore an excited smile.
"Quanquan?"
She was a bit dazed.
Was she dead?
"Azhi! It's me! I am Quanquan!! You've finally woken up!! You almost didn't make it!!"
"I..." She remembered falling off the cliff.
Her hand was pierced by sharp rocks, it truly hurt unbearably, and she had no strength, which forced her to let go.
She felt herself falling down!
But afterwards, it seemed like something caught her.
She looked at her palm.
Her hand was wrapped in gauze.
Wrapped tightly.
Indeed, she was hit by a truck off the cliff, it wasn't a dream!
"You fell off the cliff, it was Xiaohuang who saved you!" Quanquan immediately explained to her.
"Weren't you in America?" Xia Zhisu asked perplexed.
