Liang Ziyuan quickly stood up from the sofa chair and walked around the hospital bed towards Qin Muni, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
He glanced at Qin Muni with a worried look, then frowned and looked at Zhang Luxin standing behind the wheelchair, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you bring Munni here?"
"Munni wanted to come," Zhang Luxin replied, with a hint of helplessness in her tone.
Qin Muni's gaze passed over Liang Ziyuan and fell on Xu Yisen lying in the hospital bed.
The scene before her deeply stimulated her eyes: Xu Yisen on the hospital bed was connected to many instrument wires, his head wrapped in gauze, his leg bandaged.
His face was pale as paper, devoid of any life, as fragile as a rose about to wither.
Tears surged in her eyes like the rising tide, and Qin Muni clenched her fists tightly, trying hard to stop the tears from flowing.
