"Your bones, your flesh and blood, they are his too," she said.
"Thank you," Lin Yile covered her mouth, but large teardrops rolled down her cheeks, one after another.
Tang Yuxin patted Lin Yile on the shoulder again. She might have wanted to offer more words of comfort, but ultimately she thought better of it. She realized that no amount of consolation would suffice at the moment. Instead, preparing well for the surgery would bring them some solace.
Gu Qing lay on the hospital bed which was located not far from Qiqi's intensive care unit. The two rooms were separated by just a door, and as soon as the door opened, he could see his daughter.