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?

sure, she carefully searched her memory of Cecelia, and she tried hard to think about every

Cecelia, the 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 from one dream, to the middle of another dream? Clearly Cecelia is in a coma, clearly Cecelia is still trapped in the secret hospital, still under the siege

this moment, to appear

overly repressed because she wanted so much to get her parents

she was a child, she lost her parents

too many ups and

her parents are high and powerful. Even if they are just ordinary people, she just hope

today the Heath family is drifting in

had time to get with them, lose them

a hot bead of tear, slipped from the corner

I know it's a dream. I just want to see

that the person in front of her would shatter the beautiful dream. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find

gently brushed Cecelia's cheek with a real touch that put her in