"I... I'm fine... Don't worry about me," Zhang Ziwen forcibly suppressed the sadness in his heart, his dimmed eyes revealing a touch of tenderness, as he didn't wish to upset Little Shu, who had lost her family.
Tang Shu looked at Zhang Ziwen, hesitated, then said softly, "Brother Wen, I just received some news. Mom... might be okay."
Zhang Ziwen's head buzzed, doubting he had heard correctly, "What did you say? Tang... Ying is okay?"
"Yes, maybe... really okay. I'm still not sure, but from Uncle Xiong's tone, it seems like mom is still..." Tang Shu's tone was also uncertain. She had the same reaction as Zhang Ziwen upon getting the news, also too scared to believe it was true. However, it was a glimmer of hope. Whether it was true or not, she wanted to tell Brother Wen immediately. She didn't want Brother Wen to keep grieving like this.
"Then what exactly did your Uncle Xiong say?" This news ignited a hope in his heart, and Zhang Ziwen grasped at it like a life-saving straw.
