Qin Youxuan's small body huddled in the chair.
She held herself tightly, mumbling.
...
Fico City Central Hospital.
Intensive care unit.
"Boss, there's news from the police station." The special assistant, dressed in sterile clothes, quickly entered the ward and approached Jin Chenye.
"Speak."
Jin Chenye's handsome face was full of coldness.
His hands clutched Jin Lan's hand tightly. Jin Lan lay quietly on the hospital bed, her face devoid of color.
Needles were filled in the back of her hand, and the room was filled with the beep of various machines, besides the sounds of breathing.
His mother, who was perfectly well before he left and who he had asked to take care of herself, had turned into a vegetable. Nobody could accept this.
Let alone Jin Chenye, who was raised single-handedly by Jin Lan since childhood.
His warm brown eyes were filled with red threads, and the black pupils were filled with a hint of a bloodthirsty coldness.
