That evening, Zheng Xiyuan didn't stay overnight in the hospital but hurried back to Aerospace City.
The quarter-finals were in the next two days, and he had to get back tonight. Of course, it was also because Wang Xueya's parents had come over; they didn't quite approve of him, and his presence there was awkward, halfway between human and a stray dog.
Chi Yue had sent Qiao Dongyang back to the hotel and accompanied Mr. and Mrs. Wang to the hospital ward alone.
When she first arrived, Wang Xueya was still asleep, but now she had awakened.
Her spirits seemed much improved from the day before, but her cheeks were gaunt, devoid of color, with two distinct hollows beneath her eye sockets. Her lips were chapped and peeling, and she looked utterly haggard.
Illness had struck her down like a collapsing mountain; within a mere two days, she seemed to have undergone a transformation, both physically and emotionally.
"Dad, Mom..."
She called out softly, and Mrs. Wang's eyes reddened.
