"Hao—"

Aning threw the bucket to the ground by mistake. The bucket of water immediately splashed the ground and soaked her ankles.

But she seemed to be unaware of it, standing blankly, staring at the person sitting by the bed, her face full of shock.

She just looked at the person who had been taking care of the person who had been lying on the bed for a whole year. At this moment, she suddenly woke up and called her name softly. She felt a fire suddenly burning in her heart. The torment of the past day after day disappeared at this moment.

The feeling of her throat was burning, and she couldn't even say a word that had been choked for a long time. She didn't know how many times she thought about the scene after Wang Sancai woke up, but she never thought that it would come inadvertently today.

However, at this moment, she had accumulated thousands of words for a whole year and didn't know where to start. Her slightly trembling lips finally turned into a faint smile. She whispered: "...you're awake."

Wang Sancai stood up, walked slowly over, and looked at her. In his impression, there were a few light wrinkles on the corners of Aning's face. It must have been because she had taken care of herself for a year of staying up late. Although she had cut off her bangs, she showed half of her disfigured face, but there was no dodging look on her face and she looked much more confident.

"You have suffered." Wang Sancai whispered softly and stared at her.

Aning suddenly felt a little blurred in front of her eyes, and her voice became a little trembling: "You haven't forgotten me! You haven't forgotten me!!"

She fell head-on into Wang Sancai's arms, and the grievances that had been accumulated for a whole year burst out in an instant.

Wang Sancai took the opportunity to hug the trembling body in his arms. Listening to her crying speechlessly, Wang Sancai also leaned in his ear and said, "Aning, thank you for your hard work this year. Thank you for everything you have done for me..."

However, after just half of his words, Aning suddenly broke free from Wang Sancai's arms without warning. Tears were still hanging on her face. But her expression seemed dull, and she heard her murmuring: "You, do you know you have been in a coma for a year..."

As soon as he said this, Wang Sancai's embarrassment couldn't help but surge in his face. He took a breath, pointed to the diary on the ground behind him with an awkward look on his face, and said, "I have been awake for a while. I have been reading your diary just now..."

Seeing Wang Sancai's embarrassed look, Aning knew where Wang Sancai saw without asking. She immediately felt that her cheeks were burning, and her whole body seemed to be surrounded by fire. She felt that her hands were nowhere to be placed. The small notebook on the ground in the distance was particularly dazzling.

She felt ashamed for a moment, and her body seemed to be out of control... and turned around and ran away.

Aning didn't know where she should go. In short, she just wanted to escape from Wang Sancai's side...

But, unfortunately, something happened at this moment...

Although Wang Sancai was also very embarrassed, he looked at Aning who turned around and ran away, and the first thought in his heart was to chase him. But when he was about to raise his foot, a crisp and confusing female voice sounded outside: "Huh? Aning. What are you doing? Didn't you say you want to clean Wang Sancai's body? Hey, I've brought you all the hot water, why are you doing it!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Wang Sancai heard footsteps passing away, Mengyao muttered and walked into the door: "It's really, what a hell is this! Ah--!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Wang Sancai, who was standing at the door, with a little embarrassed face, subconsciously exclaimed.

Wang Sancai couldn't help but feel a little amused: "Stop calling, call others to listen to it and think you're a ghost."

"Ah—!" Meng Yao screamed again. She covered her mouth and looked at Wang Sancai in disbelief. Suddenly, she ran a few steps and suddenly hugged Wang Sancai hard, and said excitedly: "You are awake!! You are finally awake!!!"

Wang Sancai realized that he had not seen each other for a year, Mengyao's temperament was much cheerful than before. He laughed warmly and said, "Yes, I woke up and felt like I had a sleep."

After a brief shock, Mengyao also returned to herself, and saw her frowning slightly and suddenly asked, "Do you still remember who I am?"

Wang Sancai smiled: "Mengyao, you were sent by me to serve as an undercover agent in the Dark Sect. I'll talk to me about why you got together with Aning later."

Mengyao's face was filled with joy again, and she was so excited that she couldn't help herself: "It's great, you actually remember so clearly, do you know? The true god said that even after you wake up, you may not remember anything. Just like the IQ of a newborn baby, we are all worried about death!"

Wang Sancai still smiled: "Didn't the True God say it's just possible? Am I not doing well now? By the way, you can tell me what the True God is doing."

"Okay! You don't know, Wang Sancai, a lot of things happened after that night..." Meng Yao took a breath and prepared to finish her breath, but, as soon as she said something, she suddenly stopped and said in confusion: "By the way, Aning also saw you awake, right? What's wrong with her? I ignored me and turned around and ran away?"

Wang Sancai couldn't help feeling embarrassed again. He smiled awkwardly: "Maybe she was excited to see me standing in front of her and greeting her for a while."

Even Wang Sancai himself couldn't convince this reason, so before Meng Yao could answer the conversation, Wang Sancai quickly changed the topic and said, "By the way, Meng Yao, have I really been in a coma for a whole year?"

Mengyao was about to speak, but when she heard Wang Sancai's question, she immediately nodded and said, "Yes, it's probably already been a year, three, four days now. We all thought you would never wake up. Let me say something bad to you. Yesterday, I asked Aning how long she would take care of a living dead person. Do you know how she answered?"

Wang Sancai didn't care: "How did you answer?"

"She said she was willing to take care of you forever." Mengyao paused for a moment, and the expression on her face gradually became serious: "Aning has suffered a lot in order to take care of you this year, so don't let her down."

"I understand, thank you." Wang Sancai focused on the key points. He was unwilling to talk about such private matters, so he changed the topic and said, "You should tell me what happened later. Also, where are we? What's going on with the true god? I just woke up and am still dizzy now. You can let me understand the current situation first."

As he said that, he knew that this was something that he could not finish in a short while, so he simply turned around and pointed to the bed behind: "Sit down and talk slowly."

"good."

Seeing Mengyao agreeing, Wang Sancai walked back to the bed, and bent down to pick up the diary that he had accidentally left on the ground.

Mengyao saw it and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't this Aning's diary? She has always carried it close to her body and is not allowed to be read by others. How could it be in your hands?"
Chapter completed!