Ye Wan appeared at the door of the hospital room, Tang Mulin's eyes were already swollen red like walnuts.
The girl who was always giggling in the past now harbored endless sorrow and despair in her eyes.
Ye Wan sighed, opened her arms, and hugged her.
The familiar, cool fragrance assailed her, and Tang Mulin's grievances seemed too overwhelming to contain, crying her heart out.
Between sobs, she managed to explain the whole story.
On one hand, she tried hard not to care, but on the other, she couldn't stop herself from reaching out to friends in Sicheng to inquire about Chu Jinnian's condition.
Tang Mulin's heart felt like it was being fried in oil over and over again.
Eventually, she couldn't stand the torment and returned to Sicheng.
"Wanwan, what if he never wakes up?"
At the thought, the tears Tang Mulin had finally stopped flowed again.
Ye Wan sighed, took out her phone, and sent a message.
