Ya Chen's tone was still indisputable, with a hint of impatience: "I know. We'll talk about it later."
This surgery, he could wait.
He had been blind for so many years, he didn't mind being blind for a few more days or even months.
If her emotional issue worsened, that couldn't wait.
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The next day at noon.
Chu Xinyue ate a little hastily, then went silent again, resembling a piece of petrified wood, lifelessly hugging her slender legs, sitting by the window.
"Second Miss, while you were hospitalized, those flowers and trees you personally planted with the gardener in the garden have grown a lot. Would you like to go downstairs and have a look?" Xiaotao wanted her to get some fresh air.
The trees she planted herself had grown taller?
Indeed, it's been so long; they should have grown taller.
The frail acacia tree survived, but the baby would never have a day to play under the tree again.
