On the other side, the Jiang family was finally convinced that Wei was out of the coma as they shed tears of happiness. Jiang Yubi softly brushed her fingers along his hair.
"You have gotten so thin, Wei. Once you fully recover and come home, I will make a grand feast for you," she wiped her eyes.
Jiang Weizhe pursed his lips. "You have gotten thinner too, Yubi," he gently pointed out.
Since Wei was in a coma, Jiang Yubi couldn't have a decent meal no matter how much he urged or wanted her to have. Sometimes, she hardly ate a few bites and was done. Seeing this, his heart ached. As a father, he was worried about his son's health but on the other side, he was also displeased at Wei for making his wife go through so much pain.
Jiang Weizhe glanced at Wei and softly said, though still carrying a hint of sharpness and accusation in it, "You should have woken up sooner."
Jiang Yubi scolded him. "Don't be angry at Wei. It's not his fault."
