Human grief is not interlinked—Lu Xun.
While Shi Wangyue was being treated in the hospital, Zhao Fei'er was holding a kindergarten graduation ceremony for Shi Tongyang with great fanfare.
When Ning Youguang heard this news, she could not help but feel ironic. She thought that some people really could not blame others for their bad karma.
In the past six months, Xia Rong and Ren Heng's best medical team had been treating Shi Wangyue.
His leg was recovering much better than the doctor had predicted, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly as good as Youguang had wanted.
After half a year of training and intensive acupuncture practice, Youguang's acupuncture skills had already returned to the level she attained in her previous life.
On a sun-drenched winter morning.
The two six-year-olds had carried out their rehabilitation program together. They were keeping it from all the adults.
