The family members took turns trying to persuade her to no avail. Ruanlin was terrified; she was afraid that if she stayed a moment longer in the hospital, something might happen to her dear child at home, and she would rather lose her own life straight away.
The quilt covering Ruanlin had faded a bit after many washes and was adorned with a pair of rich floral patterns. Ruanlin's hands rested on it, calloused and dark from years of farm work and house chores, so rough that even with an IV, the needle marks were imperceptible.
Ruan Jiaojiao quietly observed her for a long while, not noticing anything out of the ordinary, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that Ruanlin didn't look well.
After finishing her milk, she crawled onto her bed as Xiu Xi stood watching at the door.
