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Chapter 352 I'm afraid it's just a dream
The dumb man danced and gestured to Han Qianxiao for a long time before Han Qianxiao finally understood.

"You mean... you were here alone before, and the person lying on the bed came here later, right?" Han Qianxiao guessed.

The dumb man nodded and babbled a few more times.

"Does someone come over to check on the condition of the person on the bed every day?" Han Qianxiao continued to ask.

The mute man nodded vigorously again.

After asking these questions, Han Qianxiao had some basic understanding about it.

She is far away now, and the room is dark. She can only see a person lying on the bed with an oxygen mask on his face.

But he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

Walking slowly, Han Qianxiao still decided to see the other party's true face.

However, the closer she got, the more she felt that the person on the bed was very familiar, so familiar that her body and bone marrow resonated.

When there was half a meter away from the person on the bed, Han Qianxiao froze for a moment, and then rushed to the bed.

He looked at the man on the bed in disbelief.

The dumb man didn't know what was wrong with Han Qianxiao, so he also scratched his head and followed.

The dumb man seemed to be afraid that Han Qianxiao would not understand, so he pointed at the electrocardiogram machine, meaning: this person is still alive, don't worry.

Han Qianxiao's expression was in a trance, her whole mind was completely isolated from the outside world, and she didn't pay any attention to the dumb man's reaction. Her eyes were fixed on the person on the bed, for fear that her eyes might be wrong.

I'm afraid... this is just a dream.

Her lips suddenly opened and closed twice tremblingly, and countless calls that had been suppressed day and night flowed out of her mouth soundlessly.

What she called was: "Dean...Grandpa..."

However, this sentence was too emotional to make a sound, and only showed a subtle mouth shape.

Han Qianxiao would never recognize the face of the person on the bed.

That is Dean Qi's face, eyebrows, nose, eyes, mouth...every part of the face has been deeply engraved in Han Qianxiao's bones.

In the years in the orphanage, she and Dean Qi got along day and night every day, and Han Qianxiao already regarded this kind old man as her dearest relative.

After the fire, she thought for a long time, searched for a long time, and regretted it for a long time.

Originally, after learning that it was Han Ziyan who killed the dean, the vent hole in her heart was only directed in this direction.

She vowed to avenge the dean.

She thought...he was no longer in this world...

Sometimes when Midnight Dream recalled the dean, Han Qianxiao's eyes would get wet, but she didn't dare to let the tears really flow down.

She pretended to be fine on the outside, but inside she was suffocating.

Now, the dean that she regretted not being able to rescue, and whom she had been thinking about so much, appeared in front of her, how could she not be shocked.

But in addition to the shock, there was crazy excitement and joy.

"Principal...really...really you..." Han Qianxiao was so excited that she couldn't speak, her voice was choked with sobs.

At this moment, she could no longer suppress it, and she burst into tears instantly.

There are very few people in this world who can make Han Qianxiao really shed tears, except for Han Mochen, there may be only this group of people in the orphanage.

Han Qianxiao gently stroked Dean Qi's cheek with her small hand.

Body temperature is warm.

alive...

alive...

very nice.

There was a scald on Dean Qi's forehead, but now there are only some faint marks. Obviously, someone specially treated it.

(End of this chapter)