Zhuo Zhengxiu sighed lightly, cherishing the people in front of you, this saying is never wrong.
Sometimes, life seems so fragile.
He just stayed by Lin Liuliu's hospital bed, not going anywhere.
Zhuo Junyue brought Su Ningyan and them back home. The tree in the front yard of the Zhuo Family was adorned with many small red lanterns.
Those small lanterns were previously selected by Lin Liuliu herself at the mall.
An An held Su Ningyan's hand, her little eyebrows furrowed, "Mom, when can Grandma leave the hospital?"
Su Ningyan didn't know either. Aunt Liu still hadn't woken up, and she had no certainty about when she could leave the hospital.
She turned around to look at her daughter, "Grandma knows you're thinking of her, she'll definitely get better soon and come home for the New Year."
Returning home, it never felt empty before.
Now that Lin Liuliu isn't here, just thinking about the possibility she might not wake up makes the house feel like it's missing something.
