Grandma Jiang's death came so suddenly, and her dying wish put Wang Miaomiao in a spot, forcing her to hold Jiang Yan's hand like a duck being pushed onto a perch.
After returning, Wang Miaomiao felt unsettled in her heart, and still didn't think she and Jiang Yan could have a good outcome.
These days, she deliberately avoided him, not knowing how to face him.
Encountering him now, she couldn't avoid it. Seeing his haggard appearance, she felt a twinge of heartache; really, just a twinge, she swore!
"Then go to the cafeteria quickly for breakfast. Today's breakfast is good." Wang Miaomiao's gaze flickered, and she slightly lowered her head to avoid his burning gaze. Recalling the bloody smell she once smelled, she added, "Are your wounds better? If not, go to the infirmary after breakfast, don't delay, small wounds can turn into big ones…"
