Since the death of Zhou Jiahao's parents, he had shed tears very rarely, but faced with his sister's illness, he felt utterly helpless, incapable of offering any aid.
"Yaya, can you hear me?"
Zhou Jiahao had always known that his sister's illness was getting more serious.
But just a few days ago, she was perfectly fine; how did she sudden fall ill?
Yesterday evening, they were still watching fireworks together. He had promised her that they would return to their homeland. She danced with joy, and he watched her sleep. Today, however, she fainted.
"Miss, you cannot sleep indefinitely like this. The master didn't promise you a trip back home? Weren't you curious what our hometown is like? Miss, Miss…." Liu Ma could hardly control her sorrow.
She had followed the lady.
She watched as the lady got married to the master, gave birth to the young master, took care of the young miss as if she was her own daughter, and now, watched as she lay in bed, unresponsive.