After dropping a comment, Dan Hanjie didn't say anything further and carried Tingye out.
Ye Zhanxing anxiously watched his grandson, his fists clenched, wanting to sit up.
Too weak, he fell back heavily.
Looking eagerly at the door.
Just one more glance, even if it's just one more...
...
Outside the ward.
Diwu Zexuan adjusted the glasses on his nose, a smile playing on his lips.
He pointed his long finger at little Tingye's nose.
"You wouldn't believe it, this little kid is much more effective than I am. You didn't see Ye Zhanxing's eyes just now; that desperate longing to survive, never so intense."
People are greedy.
When they can't see, they hope for a single glance.
Once they've had that glance, they want a second, a third... even to keep by the side of the ones they care about.
"I'll leave him to you."
Dan Hanjie's seductive eyes flashed; holding the little guy in one arm, he pocketed the other hand and turned to leave.
