Song Yuan...
Nan Jiaojiao responded faintly with a word or two. The nurse aunt was warm-hearted; she became quite familiar after just a short while. She felt Nan Jiaojiao was particularly easy to communicate with because no matter what she said, Nan Jiaojiao would give a simple reply.
The person on the hospital bed looked like they had a dreadful mood, which made chatting uninteresting. After making a couple of rounds in the ward with nothing to do, she found a chair and sat in the corner.
All afternoon, Nan Jiaojiao was playing games. Anytime Song Yuan needed something, the nurse would jump in to help before Song Yuan could involve Nan Jiaojiao. After two or three times, Song Yuan quieted down.
Close to the time agreed with Bo Yanching, Lu Zhenzhen called, and Nan Jiaojiao cut it off.
Since earlier, after exiting the game, she hadn't put her phone down once.
