"Little Uncle?" Hearing the call, Lu Beichen momentarily spaced out. Seeing Gu Xiyao at the door, he felt another pang of loss.
His expression was etched on his weary and haggard face at this moment. Gu Xiyao witnessed it and swallowed hard, carrying a bouquet into the room.
Lu Beichen remained unmoved, holding the hand of the petite woman in silence.
His broad back always seemed so imposing. When she used to follow behind him, Gu Xiyao always felt that with this wall of protection, no matter how big or numerous the difficulties were, she wouldn't feel afraid at all.
But now, this wall that protected her was surrounding someone else, growing ever more solid.
Gu Xiyao took a deep breath before she walked over and placed the bouquet aside. Then she softly asked, "When will Tongtong wake up? What did the doctor say?"
