Transmigrated as the Mother of the Abused Male Lead in a Tragic Novel

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Chapter 32
When Ding Sha really woke up, Xiao Jun no longer needed to be isolated.

She lay in the ward that Dr. Liu had worked so hard to get for her, and with great effort opened her eyes a little.

Xiao Jun was keeping watch at her bedside, his exposed eyes full of red veins. He looked haggard beyond words.

"You're awake..." After a long pause, Xiao Jun said softly.

"Mm..." Ding Sha murmured gently.

"You scared me," Xiao Jun squatted in front of the bed and held her hand against his face, "I waited for you for a long time at home, but you didn't come."

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"How could that be..." Ding Sha smiled weakly.

"I stewed a big pot of pork trotters soup, waiting for you to eat it all up." Xiao Jun tenderly stroked her pale, bloodless cheeks.

"I had a dream," said Ding Sha, vaguely holding Xiao Jun's hand in return.

"What kind of dream was it?" Xiao Jun leaned over and rested beside her pillow to listen to her speak.

"It was quite nice in the dream," Ding Sha couldn't help but think back to that dream, "except you weren't in it."

"None of this was in it, everything here, the dream didn't have it."

Ding Sha smiled slightly. She used to be an orphan without parents, introverted in character, with few friends. She had long hair and delicate features, and could make very tasty food.

Later she was a three-month pregnant woman, with a lover of unknown whereabouts, beautiful long dark hair and a heavenly complexion, who could still make very tasty food.

Ding Sha couldn't help but think, was that contrasting dream trying to remind her in every way that someone was waiting for her to wake up quickly?

"Fortunately you chose the world with me in it," said Xiao Jun.

Ding Sha smiled at him, then closed her eyes drowsily.

Leafing through the extra memories in her mind, Ding Sha still had many guesses she wanted to prove.

The memories contained more details. She remembered how she and Xiao Jun found that little village to live in, and also the kind of night when they shyly kept silent. She remembered every promise Xiao Jun had made to her.

She also remembered the complicated yet determined look in the youth's eyes when Xiao Jun finally appeared that day.

She remembered how hot and passionate the young man's gaze was, containing all the love he had gambled on her.

The existence of these memories undoubtedly confirmed her identity.

She was Ding Sha.

There had only ever been one Ding Sha.

She couldn't help but feel gleeful yet puzzled.

Why did she go to another world and become an entirely new identity?

And why did she return to this world?

Leaving those questions aside, didn't this mean she could now wholeheartedly like Xiao Jun?

Ding Sha readily abandoned everything about that other world.

As someone who had always been a loner, she had nothing to be nostalgic for. On the contrary, everything in this world made her heart race.

She loved the sun rising early every day.

She loved the tall old scholar tree at the door.

She loved how especially bright the stars and moon were at night.