Gu Tingting, squatting on the ground, stared blankly at An Zhihang for a moment. Her little face turned red, and she randomly wiped her cheeks with her hand.
She stood up, without a word, and slowly pushed An Zhihang's wheelchair away.
Big Brother An was right, as long as Qingqing was still breathing, everyone should remain hopeful.
That very afternoon when An Zhihang regained consciousness, Duan Tang and Bai Yiming, both of whom had been concerned about An Yiqing, dropped everything they were doing and rushed back from out of town, dusty and travel-worn.
When they pushed the door open and saw An Yiqing lying lifelessly on the hospital bed, the two grown men felt a pain in their hearts as if needles were pricking them.
"Lao San, what on earth happened? How did the girl end up like this?!" Bai Yiming's eyes were red and unblinking as he stared at the sleeping An Yiqing, filled with disbelief.
