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Chapter 1.

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao..."

Xiaoxiao opened her eyes in the darkness. She tried her best to look in the direction of the sound, but she keeps felling like she was stuck in the mud. Every move brought great pressure. Her throat was hoarse, and the voice she spoke was particularly loud. strangeness.

who is it...

"Xiaoxiao...Xiaoxiao..."

Xiaoxiao's vision gradually became brighter, but the surroundings were still foggy, as if someone had covered her eyes with a layer of red gauze.

Xiaoxiao raised her hand and wiped her eyes. She felt her hands were wet, and when she raised them to her eyes, she saw that the scarlet color on her hands blended with the sky.

Tick ​​tock.

Oh,it turns out that the blood got into my eyes... But I don't feel any pain at all...

"Xiaoxiao! Xiaoxiao!"

The sound in her ears became painful, as if someone was calling her hoarsely, but she looked around hard and still couldn't find the source of the sound.

Xiaoxiao began to feel light and airy, as if her soul had been squeezed out of her body. Her field of vision gradually increased, and she began to be able to see her surroundings clearly.

"Run away..."

Before her consciousness dissipated, she heard the voice say this.

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"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao."

The door to the room rang loudly.

The quilt on the bed rustled for a moment, and then there was no sound again.

"Xiaoxiao, today is the day for review. We have to get up. After going to the hospital, we have to go to grandma's house."

The woman at the door was still knocking patiently, her voice was gentle, and she was not impatient because no one in the room responded.

There were no lights on in the room, but the sunlight filtered through the gap between the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows and illuminated half of the room.

In the shadow, you can see the clothes casually draped on the back of the chair and the express cartons scattered in the corner of the room.

There was an almost empty medicine bottle on the bedside table, and a photo frame was lying on the table, with the photo side pressed down.

The computer on the desk was still glowing, and on the screen was a half-painted painting. The colors were bright, but the painter's irritability could be seen in the sharp brushstrokes.

Densely packed sticky notes are posted on the glass panel behind the desk.

"Re-inspection on May 23rd" "Go to the shelter on June 6th" "Submit painting on June 7th" "Mom's birthday on August 9th" "..."

One hand stretched out from the quilt and fumbled to press the operating panel on the bedside. The blackout curtains in the room slowly opened under the drive of the rollers.

The girl poked her head out from under the quilt, her slightly curly hair hanging randomly on her shoulders.

"knew…"

Xiaoxiao finally struggled to get up. She opened the door and stumbled towards the bathroom.

A couple on the sofa looked at the girl worriedly.

"Fortunately... Xiaoxiao doesn't object to going to the hospital today." This is Xiao Qingyu, Xiaoxiao's father.

"Husband... I'm very worried. The government has issued the first batch of evacuation notices. There are only two weeks left until we can leave the evacuation center. Although I made an appointment with Dr. Li for a review one week in advance, I'm afraid that the hospital will still have some remaining time. The medicine reserves will be allocated to the shelter first, I wonder if we can prescribe Xiaoxiao two more months of medicine."

"Well... this time it really exceeded everyone's expectations. The heavy rain in Z Province has been going on for half a month and there is still no sign of stopping. I heard that several counties along the coast have been submerged by waves. I guess there is something in the province. New news is why we are rushing to open the shelter now. We were told half a year ago that this demand would not be until next year."

The man on the sofa frowned and looked at his daughter who was washing her head in the bathroom.

There was silence in the living room for a while, both husband and wife were thinking about something.