She sat on the stool and stared at Yu Zhengming without blinking.
When was the last time she saw him?
She remembered that he had no wrinkles at that time.
She reached out and gently held his dry hand.
His hands were full of wrinkles, like dried tree bark, but his body temperature was higher than hers. She slowly felt his pulse and guessed that Yingying's days were numbered.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, but Yu qinghuan didn't pay much attention to it, because it might not necessarily be for this Ward.
Yu Zhengming's hand suddenly moved. She was shocked and quickly stared at him.
He was still lying there quietly, showing no signs of waking up.
Yu qinghuan held his hand and became very nervous, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly, the footsteps outside stopped. It was right at the door!
She gently put down Yu Zhengming's hand, got up, and ran to the window. She opened the window and nimbly jumped out.
