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By the time she woke up again, it was already night.

The hospital room’s curtain was half drawn and moonlight filtered in. The stars in the sky, shone brightly like a child’s eyes.

The clouds were translucent and unblemished.

The wind blew, rustling the green trees outside the window.

The night here was extremely quiet—so quiet that you could hear the insects chirping outside.

When Jasmine opened her eyes, she looked at her hospital gown and the bright light overhead in confusion.

Everything seemed so strange.

She moved her fingers and only then noticed the IV attached to her hand.

This must be a hospital.

Turns out, she was still alive.

At that moment, waves of emotion flooded through her. Her heart felt like it was starting to beat again, thump after thump.

Her head hurt terribly, and Jasmine rubbed her forehead.

That sleep was both exhausting and lengthy.

So… she was still alive?

She had a close brush with death when she threw herself at the wolf to take a fatal blow meant for Sylvan Cheney. She thought she was a goner.

Unfortunately, even death did not want her.

She felt her neck, which was wrapped in hard gauze.

The wolf had bitten her neck, yet she hadn’t died.

But she remembered that moment, it was very painful, with blood flowing continuously.

The bottle of medicine hanging on the IV stand was almost empty. Jasmine looked up at it before removing the IV line herself.

The bed felt stifling; she wanted to go to the window for a breath of fresh air.

The room was spacious and well-lit, and the outside night view should be pretty good.

She didn’t know why, but surviving this time made her feel less weary.

She felt like… she wanted to live well.

She put on her slippers, hopped off the bed and walked over to the window.

As she pulled open the curtain, the tranquil night view greeted her, the stars shining and the moonlight hazy.

She opened the window, and a gentle evening breeze blew in.

This place was really pleasant all year round.

Jasmine Yale’s face was pale and haggard, but her eyes were still bright.

The wind blowing on her felt very agreeable.

She had no idea how long she had slept, or who had brought her to the hospital.

Moreover, she didn’t know what she would have to face once her injuries healed.

She hadn’t forgotten… that Yolanda Fern was supposed to have surgery.

Jasmine laughed, did she have to go through another life-and-death experience?

She was scared.

After all, it would be a lie to say that it wouldn’t hurt.

The wind picked up her long, black hair; she twisted it around her fingers, staring at the sky.

As gentle as water, life is like a dream, she stood by the bridge contemplating the road home.

She was all clean, even her hair smelt fragrant, she didn’t know who helped her bathe.

She remembered when she was in the forest, she was covered in blood.

It was a while before Jasmine finally closed the window.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs back and forth, she seemed unflappable.

Just as she was lost in thought, staring at the white wall before her, the door was pushed open—

Jasmine jumped in surprise.

The nurse who opened the door was even more startled!

“Miss Yale, you’re awake? Why didn’t you call me to remove the IV…” The nurse quickly started tidying up.

Medicine was still dripping from the bottle.

“It’s okay, I can manage,” Jasmine said.

“Miss Yale, do you feel better? I’m so glad to see you awake,” the nurse said with a smile. “You might not know, your surgery lasted for five hours.” “Really?” Jasmine’s eyes clouded with confusion. “What time is it now?”

The nurse told her the time..