An Linlin listened and hurriedly bowed her head to sip the soup.
But large tears were dripping into the soup bowl.
"Nuannuan," An Linlin said as she reached out and hugged Ji Shunuan's waist, burying her small face in her embrace, continuously venting her emotions.
She wanted to pretend she wasn't sad, but she truly felt so miserable that she was nearly going crazy.
The way her parents valued sons over daughters to the point of madness, were they really willing to sell her off at all costs for the sake of her brother?
"Crying it out is good," Ji Shunuan said softly.
Her hand gently patted An Linlin's shoulder, feeling her body shake continuously, Ji Shunuan said nothing, just quietly accompanied her.
Time ticked away, second by second.
Until An Linlin had vented all her emotions and finished her soup.
With a "bang," the door of the hospital room was kicked open.
Two figures rushed in, their presence stormy.
