Wen Xinya stared at the red light above the emergency room. Grampy was still under urgent rescue, his life and death unknown, but she was helpless and could not do anything. For the first time, a deep sense of hopelessness rose in her heart. In the face of life and death, human beings were so small and helpless.
It had been almost seven years since she reincarnated. She and Grampy had become very dependent on each other. Grampy taught her a lot of things. Without Grampy, she would never have reached where she was today. Her trust and reliance on Grampy could not be easily replaced.
Just as Wen Xinya was watching the red light in front of the emergency room with a vacant glaze over her eyes, sitting in the cold corridor of the hospital, there was a jumble of rushed footsteps, and a conversation mixed with Chinese, German, and English.
Xu Zhenyu, who had been standing by the Wen Xinya's side, looked up.
