"Can you not tell my mom that I came to see you?" An Yin mumbled.
The nurse nodded, "I won't say anything." After all, she wasn't familiar with the little girl's mother and the chances of meeting again were slim.
"Zhang Wan, the head nurse is looking for you." A nurse walked in from outside and shouted towards the door.
"I'm coming." The nurse called out, then turned her head to look at the little girl, "I'll go now."
"Okay."
With that, the nurse hurriedly left the nebulization room.
Leaving An Yin standing there all alone, her delicate thin lips repeatedly murmured a string of numbers, her eyes bright but soon dimmed.
Clearly, it was just a string of numbers, but in her heart, it seemed like a long-cherished treasure. Every time she gently spoke it, her hollow heart gradually filled up.
