She rushed over, wanting to hit Ruan Yang, but Li Shaobin held her back with one hand. Wang Yuting was just like a helpless chick in his hand.
Ruan Yang didn't look at Wang Yuting. Her gaze landed on Xin Ziao, who was in the bed. He was wearing a clean set of patient clothes. His hair, which was always groomed neatly, now lay flat on his head. He was sucking on a lollipop with his head down, playing with building blocks on his bed. His gaze was blank as though everything that was happening around him had nothing to do with him.
This was Xin Ziao. The Xin Ziao who was once shrewd.
The Xin Ziao who once stood in front of her like a sturdy mountain and covered her with a jacket.
The Xin Ziao who drove crazily, wanting to leave with her not long ago.
He really had become retarded.
She had a mixture of emotions. Life was filled with uncertainties, but the more you had been through, the more you would cherish the person in front of you.
