When Xiaojiu woke up in the hospital room, a wave of dizziness hit her. The room was quiet and empty. After the anesthesia wore off, the incision hurt intensely, and she was drenched in sweat from enduring the pain, as if she were soaking in water. Cold sweat kept pouring down as the night grew darker. Despite the pain turning her face pale, she stubbornly held on. Over the years, she had undergone surgeries without anesthesia twice; surely she could withstand this pain. Xiaojiu pressed the call button, and a delicate figure appeared before her, with features somewhat resembling Xiao Qiao, almost making her call out 'Xiao Qiao' impulsively.
"Sister?" Although she was older than Qiao Xia, she followed Xiao Qiao in calling her 'sister'. They didn't seem much different in age, yet Xiaojiu looked noticeably younger than the Qiao sisters.
This call of 'sister' felt perfectly natural, as Qiao Xia also always thought of Xiaojiu as younger.
