If she hasn't miscalculated the time, Huo Ju probably won't make it through this month, and Wen Meimei's time is also less than a month left.
It's okay, just one month, it will pass quickly.
Wen Meimei, when you die, I'll offer you a stick of incense, haha...
...
The hospital room was quiet, Huo Ju lay peacefully on the bed, his skin still flawlessly fair, his complexion rosy and glowing, just looking as if he were only asleep. There was no way to tell he had been like this for half a year.
Wen Meimei sat by the bed, looking at her bedridden father, a vague fear arose in her heart, yet she didn't know what she was afraid of.
The more she thought, the more uneasy she became. She looked up at Qiao Chengxun's handsome face, "Chengxun, why has dad not woken up for so long?"
Qiao Chengxun couldn't answer, feeling a bit anxious, afraid that she would find out Mr. Huo's condition.
Seeing him not speak, Wen Meimei grew more uneasy, "What's wrong with dad?"
