Song Yaoyao leaned against the glass and watched for a while. Zhou Manli was still trying to comfort her poor daughter while Song Rui was probably drowning in work at the office.
Only Song Wenchuan lay quietly in the ICU by himself.
"Miss Song," Huo Jiu whispered. "The Master asked you to go home for dinner."
"Coming!" Song Yaoyao responded as she waved at Song Wenchuan. "I'll get going then. I'll see you again tomorrow! If you're tired, get some rest. But don't rest for too long~"
After speaking, she gently left the room without turning back.
Not long after she left, the device that was monitoring Song Wenchuan suddenly made a long beep. Several nurses and doctors rushed into the ward to check. "What happened?"
"The patient...he just had a reaction..."
...
Time flew quickly. In the blink of an eye, November passed and December arrived.
The weather grew cold, and many of the cities began to snow.
