"Hehe, I have something to tell you. You need to be mentally prepared."
On his way back, Lu Mingxun was in constant inner turmoil, wondering how to tell Hehe about all this.
Hehe was raised by his grandmother, cherished and protected all these years.
Even in the hospital, his mother was still worried about Hehe, always saying, what will happen to the child in the future, can the illness be cured, worrying he can't bear seeing nothing.
Lu Jiahe lay on the bed, the room lights off; it didn't matter to him if it was day or night now.
"Speak," Lu Jiahe sat up from the bed, yawning, obviously still half-asleep.
With a heavy heart, Lu Mingxun burst into tears again, his voice trembling, "Your grandmother passed away. I didn't get to see her one last time. I know this is sudden for you, it is for me too. Even now, it still feels like a dream."
Lu Jiahe frowned tightly, "When did this happen?"
