Then, she finally arrived at her daughter's side and extended a trembling finger to her nose.
Wu Zhuoya thought she was composed, but her fingers were still shaking.
There was warm breath, and, and there was still air!
Wu Zhuoya let out a slight breath, then, she called out hoarsely, "Weihong! Weihong!!"
He Weihong hid in the room, holding a book and reading it half-heartedly.
She didn't know if it was her imagination, but despite the closed door, she could still smell a rich aroma.
The pinkish luncheon meat and the creamy rice porridge, just the thought made He Weihong's mouth water.
Oh, how she wanted to eat too.
But, she couldn't!
The family only had so little good food, and her parents were usually reluctant to consume it.
Tiantian could eat because she hadn't had such food in the past and had just been discharged from the hospital.
How could He Weihong compete with a sick person for food?!
But, it really smelled so good, and she was so hungry.
