She didn't remember when she was carried to bed, nor when he left.
The only thing lingering in her ears was the man's hoarse voice, "If you don't finish that bowl of noodles, don't even think about eating today."
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The rain that had been falling intermittently for a week stopped, and the weather cleared. The winter sun felt very warm on her body.
Lin Chu took some time to visit the hospital. Grandpa Ji had already been transferred from the intensive care unit to a regular care room.
Although he was awake, his spirits were very low.
Grandpa Ji had been in a coma for however long it had been, and Ji Huan had stayed at the hospital for just as long. The red threads in his eyes told Lin Chu how exhausted he was during this time.
At the end of the corridor.
Lin Chu pressed her lips together and spoke in a low voice, "Brother Ji Huan, Wanwan called me a few days ago. She seems to have sensed something."
It wasn't superstition; it was a psychic connection linked by blood.
