Lu Mingxun said Lin Yan didn't know how to care, not even asking about Hehe's current condition.
They all said that, Lin Yan waited for Lu Mingxun to finish talking with Chu Xiu and pushed open the ward door.
The lights in the ward were still on, the night outside was deep, Lu Jiahe had bandages over his eyes, lying on the hospital bed.
He heard footsteps and sharply asked, "Who is it?"
Lin Yan stood by the bed, "There's a saying that goes, when God closes a window, he opens a door; your hearing must be working well."
Lu Jiahe heard Lin Yan's voice and turned his head in the opposite direction of it.
"I can't see anymore, Aunt, are you very happy? Your wish has come true."
Lin Yan said calmly, "It's not entirely fulfilled. There's nothing much to say between us. Everyone says you're still a child, you wouldn't understand even if I told you anything."
