"Life is tough, isn't it?" Qin Ze said, a trace of sorrow crossing his eyes.
Qin Ze was a handsome young man, kind-hearted and had never done anything immensely wrong. He always went out of his way for his friends. Although Liu Mou was an outsider, once Qin Ze had learned about Liu's issues, he started chatting with him, advising him. As time went by, the two grew closer, and their relationship greatly improved.
"It really is. With this kind of life, not earning money but rather losing money, how can life be easy?" Liu Mou sighed lightly upon hearing this and lay back on the bed, furrowing his brows tightly as he stared at the ceiling.
Qin Ze also sighed helplessly and then fell silent.
After receiving the last drip, Liu Mou lay in bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
More than half a month passed, and Liu Mou's health had mostly recovered, as had Qin Ze's. After agreeing on a time, they both left the hospital.
