He Tiantian grew more excited as she thought it over, the excitement even offsetting the fear and anger from almost dying.
"Dad, Mom, do you really agree to let me learn painting?"
He Tiantian suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her heart and raised her eyes to look at her real father and mother.
She lay on the white hospital bed, her already thin little face devoid of any color, making her appear especially frail and pitiable.
Seeing their daughter's timid expression, Mrs. He was heartbroken, her eyes reddening as she nodded vigorously, "Agree! As long as Tiantian likes it, whatever you do, Mom and Dad agree!"
Mr. He, after all, was a man and couldn't put on a tearful display, but his eyes were also reddened as he said, quite unnaturally, "Mm! Once you're better, we'll start learning painting!"
He Tiantian was still hesitant, "Learning painting is very expensive. And what if I don't do well or can't find an appropriate job after getting into college—"
