"Jiang Chen, these past few days, haven't seen Li Shuru come looking for you? Are you guys having a quarrel?"
The basketball court.
Roaming across the court in a sheen of sweat, Luo Peng and Jiang Chen sat down to rest.
Although Li Shuru had only asked for three days off, she had actually been absent for almost a week now.
"She went home."
"Home?"
"Yeah."
Jiang Chen was unwilling to say more.
That's right.
Just as Liang Zhenlun had said, birth, aging, sickness, and death are beyond human control. Miracles are precious precisely because they are rare.
This time, a miracle did not descend upon Li Shuru's father.
Despite the hospital's utmost efforts, without a suitable heart for transplant, they ultimately couldn't save the life of Li Shuru's father. This man, not yet fifty, couldn't survive the doctor's final notice and departed from this world on the third day.
As the only daughter, Li Shuru naturally had to go home to attend to her father's affairs.
