Father Zhao nodded.
Sitting on the hospital bed, Zhao Pingting looked at her parents’departing back and felt so sad that she wanted to cry.
But she couldn’t cry.
She had to act happy.
If she felt so sad.
Then her parents and family would definitely feel a thousand times worse than her.
Zhao Pingting’s parents walked out of the door.
Only then did mother Zhao ask, “Old Zhao, tell me the truth about our Pingting’s situation.”Father Zhao had said it too easily just now, and she felt that something was not right.
Father Zhao shook his head. After a long while, he sobbed, “The Doctor said that our Pingting... Pingting only has three months left at most.”
“What?”Mother Zhao’s face instantly turned pale. She covered her mouth and sobbed.
Three months.
Only three months left...
