Sang Xia raised her eyebrows slightly. What was that?
"Sister, why did you come so suddenly?"
Sang Nuo's leg was still hung up in a cast. Seeing his sister here, he was shocked.
Sang Nuo, fourteen years old, was sent to a juvenile prison by their father because he had pushed his stepmother down the stairs, causing her to miscarriage.
On the day he came out, Sang Xia went to pick him up, but another accident happened. Sang Xia was hit by someone and his life was at stake. When he woke up, he was already in the hospital.
It had been more than a year now.
And just when he was about to recover, Sang Zhirou was up to mischief and caused Sang Nuo's leg to be infected with bacteria and it was nearly amputated. Fortunately, it was treated in time.
"How's your recovery recently?"
Sang Xia did not look at Sang Nuo and took out the fruits for him, not asking what he was anxious to hide, pretending not to see it.
