Zhuo Junyue helplessly wiped a bead of cold sweat, then glanced again at Su Ningyan on the hospital bed.
He sighed softly, "Wife, look at our daughter. We will wait for you to wake up so you can help her braid her hair."
An An nodded immediately, "That's right, mom, wake up soon. Daddy hurts me a little when he braids my hair."
At that time, the thin woman on the bed stirred slightly with her finger.
Zhuo Junyue was braiding An An's hair, with An An sitting on his lap. Suddenly, she noticed her mom's finger move a little.
"Daddy…Daddy, I think I saw Mom's finger move."
An An fixed her gaze, but after the finger twitched, it stopped moving.
Hearing what An An said, Zhuo Junyue quickly set her down on the floor, "An An, really? Did you see clearly?"
"I… I just took a quick glance, it seemed to move. Daddy, did mommy hear me speaking?"
