An Lan brought over the porridge, opened the container, and could immediately feel that the porridge was already cold.
She stared at the porridge, and after a moment, picked up the spoon and started eating it, one mouthful after another.
Clearly, it was sweet and sticky porridge, but as it entered her mouth, all she tasted was bitterness.
Even so, she continued to eat, mouthful by mouthful.
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Yu Jinghan walked to the end of the corridor, suddenly remembering something he needed to tell An Lan.
He turned around and headed back to the door of the hospital room. Just as he was about to push the door open, he suddenly saw An Lan through the glass window, drinking the porridge that had long since clumped together...
His actions came to a sudden halt.
He stood there stiffly, unable to utter a word.
He stared at the scene inside the room, watching An Lan, as she drank the porridge spoonful by spoonful, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes and dropping into the porridge.
