"Our child will be alright, right?" Mengmeng lifted her tear-red eyes and asked again.
It seemed as if asking this again might somehow make Sanbao's condition better.
"He will be alright, definitely." Gu Zhihan replied.
His tone was sorrowful yet held a thread of hope.
Perhaps miracles might still happen!
Hearing such a firm response, Mengmeng took a deep breath and forced a smile, "I just knew he would get better."
Gu Zhihan, not wanting to shatter her fragile hope, tightened his grip on the wheelchair before saying, "Let's go back now."
"Let me take one more look."
Before leaving, Mengmeng reluctantly cast one more glance at Sanbao.
Gu Zhihan slightly lifted his head, holding back the acidity at the tip of his nose.
They say having a child is an extremely happy occasion, but why did it turn into such a painful event for him and Mengmeng?
After returning to the hospital room, Luo's mom and the others were all there.
"Where have you been?" Luo's mom couldn't help but ask.
