When Mark Lee woke up, Blake was sitting beside him flipping through a magazine. There was a faint smell of medicine in the ward, and a large bouquet of flowers was placed on the bedside. They were the colorful, blooming roses that the literary director loved the most.
"Are you awake?" Blake waved in front of him, "How are you? Are you okay?"
Mark Lee stared at him with his eyes fixed on him, as if he was looking at an alien. Oh no, it was an alien. The things that happened in Caesar's Apartment came back to his mind one by one, and he felt that he had probably traveled into a world that was a combination of Big Hawthorn and alien movies.
"Mr. Zhuang is fine, he's just a little frightened." Blake said, "Your stepfather has fractured his left arm and ribs, he needs to rest for about half a year. Do you have any other questions?"
"No, no, no." Mark Lee grabbed his hand with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush his soul mate into dumpling crumbs. With tears in his eyes, he said, "What is going on? Are we still on Earth?" Or have we been transported to the turbulent planet Cybertron?
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