As a matter of fact, Jin Xiangdong needed no such comforting words. Ever since the day he woke up from his surgery, he was informed that he would be different. Mentally, he had accepted this definition early. Prior to the surgery, he longed to stay alive, more than anyone else because he had too many unfulfilled dreams at such a young age.
Jin Xiangdong smiled at Jin Xianglan. "Sorry, I didn't mean to complain."
Jin Xianglan shook her head. "You have done very well!"
The two smiled at each other. Then, Jin Xiangdong got up from the bed and Jin Xianglan handed him his shirt.
Jin Xiangdong put it on quickly. As he buttoned his cuff, he asked, "How far along are you with the new project you talked about last time?"
Jin Xianglan batted her eyelashes when she heard the question. "Stage four." She answered with a not so pleasant tone.
"Is it going well?" Jin Xiangdong went on.
