Lu Jingchen had dark circles under his eyes, and his weary appearance was clear despite his clean-shaven face.
Taking the thermal container directly from Xu Qian out of habit, Lu Jingchen placed it on the table then approached the bed to tuck Song Qiao in before addressing Xu Qian, "Mom, I'm fine. Qiaoqiao doesn't like strangers taking care of her, and I can't trust anyone else to look after her. I'll manage it myself. You don't need to come to the hospital every day; I'll have Assistant Xue help prepare the meals."
Xu Qian watched her son, feeling a profound pain in her heart as if pierced by needles, her gaze resting on the still-unconscious Song Qiao, and she let out a barely audible sigh.
No one understood why Song Qiao remained unconscious—even though she hadn't sustained any injuries and her body was intact, she just wouldn't wake up.
