Xue Yuantong grinned: "Chuchu, do you remember when we were little, you bought a pack of soda, and I said I would only drink a small sip."
She was immensely proud: "As a result, I drank half the pack in one go, pretty impressive, right?"
"Yes, impressive." Xue Chuchu.
"And when you bought spicy strips, I just gobbled them up..."
"Chuchu, what's wrong..." Xue Yuantong noticed that Chuchu suddenly started to cry.
She hurried to find tissues to wipe Chuchu's tears, but as she looked down, she discovered bright red blood dripping onto the sheets and then falling like scattered pearls.
It was her own blood.
Xue Chuchu grabbed the tissue bag, wiping Tongtong's nose with one hand and pressing the call bell, leaving the blood-stained tissues all over the floor.
After a long time, the nurse left.
Xue Yuantong lay weakly on the hospital bed, turning her small face to gaze at the sky.
