"Mom." Zhang Yan tightly pressed her lips together and said softly, "I'll go back first."
Seeing her daughter's obviously evasive expression and listening to her pretended strong tone, Zhou Hui immediately understood.
The most feared thing still happened.
"Ayin." Zhou Hui suddenly reached out and held her daughter's hand, "I have something to tell you."
The rough hand, with calluses from years of labor, was unusually warm and strong.
The familiar warmth made Zhang Yan's nose tingle, and she sat back down.
Zhou Hui politely said something to the two nurses beside her, and they immediately understood and exited the room, gently closing the door.
The room was left with only the mother and daughter.
Zhou Hui held Zhang Yan's hand, gently and repeatedly rubbing it.
