An Sicheng slowly woke up, saw the familiar face, and painfully pulled at the corner of his mouth, but a sharp breath of cold air indicated his pain.
"Alright, kid, you still have the spirit to laugh." An Ran said with a distressed tone.
"Sis, is it really you? I thought I was beaten to death and dreaming."
The joy in An Sicheng's eyes was clearly visible, and hearing his words, a warm stream flowed into An Ran's heart.
Since the summer break, An Ran hadn't seen An Sicheng.
During the break, An Sicheng went to a summer camp with a military management style, and he was unaware of the happenings in the family at that time.
How the family later talked to him about her, she never thought of that.
Just looking at An Sicheng's current state, she figured he must have known she had severed the adoption relationship with the An Family.
"Don't talk anymore. Can you still move? I'll take you to the hospital." An Ran said as she tried to help him up.
