"How could she be so hurt? My dear daughter, wuu wuu!!!" Zhou's mother was heartbroken.
Seeing her daughter in such a state, as a mother, she felt as if she was being cut by a knife, the pain was unbearable.
Zhou Jiajia was constantly comforting her beside, asking Zhou's mother to relax and not be too upset.
After comforting her for a while, when An's mother had calmed down, she then went to take care of Lin Yifan.
Days went by like this, with An Qi and Lin Yifan still showing no signs of waking from their comas; they remained like vegetables, lying silently on their hospital beds, motionless.
During these days, Zhou Jiajia travelled back and forth between the company and the hospital, exhausting herself to the limit.
Nevertheless, she did not collapse and stayed strong, hoping to see Lin Yifan and An Qi get better.
She was also constantly inquiring about the Psychic, but without any results. Then, she thought of the man who had first replied to her.
