Aunt Xiang Hou covered her face, suppressing her sobs, but she still shook her head firmly, hoping her mother could continue staying in the hospital.
Bringing her home would mean preparing for a funeral and waiting for death.
She didn't want to accept this result.
When Xiang Hou returned, she had wiped away her tears, though her eyes and the tip of her nose were slightly red. She sat down and began peeling an apple for her mother, cutting it into pieces and feeding them to her.
Liu Jinxia: "You eat too, this apple is sweet."
"Mom, you eat first, there's more here."
"Then eat a few less, save some for Cui Cui after school."
"She's still young; she'll have plenty of chances to eat good things later."
"You, the first mom I've seen who competes with her daughter for food."
Li Zhiyuan walked out of the hospital room, and at the end of the corridor on the terrace, he saw Grandmaster squatting there, smoking.
