Song Qingchun felt like she had been dreaming for a very long time. When she opened her eyes, she was staring at a white ceiling; it felt like she was in another world. Her surroundings were quiet except for the occasional sound of footsteps outside the door.
Song Qingchun's brain was a completely blank. She stared at the ceiling for a long time before she slowly moved her head to look out the window.
The weather was perfect, the open blue sky not tainted by a single piece of cloud. The sun was hanging up in the middle of the sky, shining down gloriously on the world. The window was slightly ajar, and the spring breeze carried with it the wonderful smell of grass and flowers, tickling the curtains.
Such wonderful weather made Song Qingchun's lips curve into a smile. Her gaze moved away from the window and into the room. Her eyes caught the bag of IV drip that was to the side of her bed. She then noticed it was attached to the needle on the back of her left arm.