In the 21st century, in a hospital in San Francisco, USA.

Lying in the white ward was a patient wrapped in white cloth. The patient was wearing an oxygen mask, and the air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of medicine.

Suddenly, the long and curling eyelashes of the person on the hospital bed moved, and then the eyes slowly opened, looking at the vast white area, Jiji frowned, why was she in the hospital?

She's not dead?

That day, on her adoptive father's birthday, she and Tiansha lit a bomb to avenge her parents. Shouldn't she have been killed?

She moved her body, and her whole body felt sore and numb. The pain made her stop struggling. She was here, where was Tiansha?

Suddenly she felt a pain in her head, and she closed her eyes tightly. Many blurry images that she could not see clearly appeared in her mind. She only knew that there were many, many people, and it seemed that there was a very doting gaze watching her all the time.

Did she have a long dream?

Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door, and Disha opened her cold eyes. When the nurse saw her opening her eyes, she said in English in surprise, "You're awake."

Disha ignored her, and the nurse dropped the medicine in her hand and ran outside quickly.

Then many people came to the ward, and Disha felt her head was heavy. She finally fell asleep and allowed the doctors to check her.

When she woke up again it was already the next day. She was wearing a white hospital gown and her oxygen mask was taken off. She was about to sit up when the nurse from yesterday came in.

"Miss, you are injured in many places on your body. It is best not to move now. It will take a few days to fully recover." The nurse smiled softly.

"How long have I been sleeping?" Disha asked in a cold voice.

"About a month." The nurse took out the injection needle and started filling it with liquid medicine.

Disha raised his eyebrows. She had slept for so long, no wonder she had such a long dream, but it was a pity that she couldn't see everything in the dream.

"Have you ever rescued a girl about the same age as me in that villa?" Disha asked calmly, is Tiansha still alive?

The nurse looked at her and sighed, "No, everyone else is dead except you."

Hearing this, Di Sha's heart felt like needles pricking her heart. Is Tian Sha dead? Why is she still alive? Why did she leave her alone?

"Miss, life or death is determined by fate. Since you can live, then live well." The nurse comforted Ji Sha and then injected her wrist.

Disha closed her eyes tightly. She was used to living with Tiansha. Will she live alone in the future?

"By the way, miss, what's your name? The police may come over soon to ask some questions. They suspect that someone deliberately dropped a bomb." The nurse reminded the ground brake after finishing the injection.

Disha opened her eyes. She couldn't tell them her name, Disha!

"My name is Qing Kuang." Disha said lightly. She had no other name besides Disha. Just now, these two words suddenly appeared in her mind, and she said them smoothly.

"What a masculine name. Have a good rest." The nurse smiled, packed up her things and walked out.

Qing Kuang opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, with a sneer on his lips. Do the police still want to find out who dropped the bomb?

Ten days later, Qing Kuang was discharged from the hospital. She went to her and Tian Cha's house in San Francisco. Looking at the empty room, she felt cold. She was lying on the sofa, and there seemed to be a smiling figure of Tian Cha in front of her, but she didn't
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