You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce slept for a long, long time.

It felt like she had a long dream, a dream that was pure white and couldn't be seen. She felt like she was back to when she was still a child, stumbling, running all the time, running and running, and suddenly the whole world was quiet and she was the only one left.

She looked around in a panic, no one was there.

She was lost and couldn't find her mom and dad. She was so anxious that she cried, but there was nothing she could do and no one responded to her.

She could only go on alone, alone.

A sense of powerlessness, helplessness, fear and confusion caused her to break out in a cold sweat.

Her eyes snapped open, muddled, surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, cold-toned walls, cold-toned furniture.

For a moment, she couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. Turning her head gently, she saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Was it ... Cecelia?

Cecelia, and she tried hard to think about every details

years have not left too many traces on her face, it is still the same as she remembered her. So, is she still dreaming? Just

is it possible, at this moment, to appear in front of

inside, pining for the disease, overly repressed because she wanted so

a child, she lost her parents and now it had been twenty

through too many ups

doesn't care about money, nor power, nor does she care if her parents are high and powerful. Even if they are just ordinary people, she

Heath family is drifting in

not want to, before she had time to get with

looked sideways, at Cecelia's face, and a hot bead of tear, slipped from the

mouth, her voice was already hoarse, "Don't talk. I want to see more of you, I know it's a dream. I just want to see more of you in my dreams. Don't

her would shatter the beautiful dream. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find

with a real touch that put her in