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When I woke up again, I still felt a severe headache. I wonder if I'm dead.
"Young lady! Miss! "
I vaguely heard a delicate and slender voice coming from far away. I struggled to move my eyelids. After a long time, I opened my eyes. What caught my attention was Zhang Xiuqing's lovely little face. She looked at me anxiously and cried like a crybaby.
"Young lady! Are you awake? Great! You finally woke up! " She looked very happy when I opened my eyes. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she burst into tears in an instant. I felt sympathy for her at once. She is about thirteen or fourteen years old, about the same age as the children I teach.
"Don't ... stop crying!" As soon as I made a noise, I found my voice horribly hoarse. I reached out and laboriously touched her hair. She seems to be frightened by my behavior. Look at my hand and wait for a while and forget to cry.
What a lovely little girl! I fell in love with her at once, and forgive my bad habit. I love looking at beautiful women, and I can't open my eyes when I see beautiful things.
"Is it me ... dead?" I looked around. Strangely, the sky is pink, with pink curtains, pink seats, pink vases and peach blossoms. Even the little girl in front of me is wearing a pink skirt. I didn't know it was a pink doctor. ...