Although Su Shijie had many questions that he wanted to ask, he saw the tired faces before him and decided to hold them back. He would ask his sister when they got home.
Especially An An, who looked so frail that even a gust of wind seemed capable of blowing her away.
Su Ningyan hadn't enlightened Su Shijie about An An's illness, so he was unaware of how critical An An's condition had become.
After getting to the rented apartment, Su Ningyan carried An An upstairs while Su Shijie carried their luggage.
Upon entering, Su Ningyan scrutinized the room. It was cleaned well.
She was taken aback. Back home, her little brother never bothered to clean his room.
Even when he was going back to school, she was the one who arranged his clothes.
Su Shijie dragged the suitcases into the room, "Sis, I bought this new king-sized bed for you and An An to sleep comfortably. Once I earn enough, I will change to a bigger house."
