Can't just sit and wait for death.
Lian Qingqing glanced toward the hospital room. Various thoughts flashed through her mind, but in the end, she dismissed them all.
With her back against the cold wall, Lian Qingqing felt a chill in her heart. At the same time, she was full of resentment toward Xiang Yazhi. If, if she were Dad's daughter, would she need to endure all this?
Lian Qingqing took a deep breath and thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a perfect plan.
It wasn't until evening that Lian Qingqing finally left.
When Lian Tong gradually woke up, it was that time of day when evening had yet to fall. The room was lit; Gu Chun had just set aside the meal he brought. The thermal box contained porridge, soup, and some light dishes—anything she'd want when she woke.
"Tongtong." Gu Chun put down the things and noticed Lian Tong was awake. He walked up to her quickly and asked with concern, "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort anywhere?"
