At the foot of the mountain at night, the heavy snow continued to fall.
The blanket of snow enveloped the earth in a thick layer of silver.
Di Family had lit fire stoves in every corner, warming up the entire room.
However, Liu Sisi felt a chilling cold in her heart.
At the moment, she was sitting by the bed, carefully holding the hand of the person who was still unconscious in bed. Seeing the body wrapped almost entirely in gauze, even the exposed fingers were bruised and bloody, a wave of bitterness spread in her eyes.
The woman in bed did not wake up, but even in her unconscious state, her body occasionally convulsed and shivered as if a rag doll was dangling at the head of the bed.
Di Yelei silently entered the room and gently placed the soup medicine on the bedside table. Only then did he approach Liu Sisi.
"How is she? Did she wake up?"
Liu Sisi looked up at him and shook her head in silence.
