When they were all gathered around Feng Zhihe's hospital bed, a few minutes earlier, An An had already woken up.
Their entire conversation fell into her ears.
Listening to the crying of her two moms, her heart felt unbearably heavy.
They were crying like this, all because of her.
She silently shed tears, not daring to cry out loud, afraid of alarming anyone.
It was a sense of helplessness. Back when An An chose to study medicine, she knew she might often have to face the departure of life.
But that would be a living, breathing life, and the reason she was alive now was because someone had donated their kidney to her back then.
And because of this, she had made the mother of the man she loved most so heartbroken.
That hurt her more than being killed.
Thinking of the past, Feng Zhihe felt as if her heart were being cut by knives and cried herself into a mess of tears.
