You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1210

Joyce slept for a long, long time.

It felt like she had a long dream, a dream that was pure white andcouldn't be seen. She felt like she was back to when she was still achild, stumbling, running all the time, running and running, andsuddenly 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 replace her mom and dad. She was so anxiousthat she cried, but there was nothing she could do and no oneresponded to her.

She could only go on alone, alone.

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

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

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

Was it ... Cecelia?

Not sure, she carefully searched her memory of Cecelia, and she triedhard to think about every details of her.

It is indeed Cecelia, the years have not left too many traces on herface, it is still the same as she remembered her. So, is she stilldreaming? Just from one dream, to the middle of another dream?Clearly Cecelia is in a coma, clearly Cecelia is still trapped in the secrethospital, still under the siege of Otis.

How is it possible, at this moment, to appear in front of her eyes?

It must be her, anxious inside, pining for the disease, overly repressedbecause she wanted so much to get her parents out.

When she was a child, she lost her parents and now it had been twentyyears.

It has been through too many ups and downs.

She doesn't care about money, nor power, nor does she care if herparents are high and powerful. Even if they are just ordinary people,she just hope they are well.

However, today the Heath family is drifting in the storm.

She did not want to, before she had time to get with them, lose themagain.

She looked sideways, at Cecelia's face, and a hot bead of tear, slippedfrom the corner of her eye.

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

She was afraid that the person in front of her would shatter the beautifuldream.

Reaching out, she gently brushed Cecelia's cheek with a real touch thatput her in a trance.

Cecelia looked at Joyce with mixed emotions and did not speak.

Four years ago, they had met each other by several times, but neverrecognize each other. In a sea of people, they were strangers. But shenever thought that, Joyce was her daughter.

After all the hardships, the heavens have mercy and today she is finallyreunited with her daughter.

Cecelia couldn't help but gently hold Joyce's hand, pressing her hotpalm against her cheek, "It's not a dream, it's me, I'm Cecelia. lutherand the others have rescued me. It's me."

Joyce's mind was dazed and she shook her head, never believing it,"How, you're not in a coma ..."

“I woke up yesterday." Cecelia looked at her tenderly.

Joyce sat up sharply, she repeatedly pinched her cheek, and sureenough, it hurt.

Is it not a dream?