"Let's go in," Gu Zhihan glanced at the little girl by his side.
Mengmeng nodded, "Okay."
After entering, Mengmeng politely greeted Cheng's parents, "Auntie Cheng, Uncle Cheng, hello."
Gu Zhihan also nodded at them.
"It's Mengmeng who has come." Cheng's mother, knowing Luo Mengmeng was her daughter's good friend, immediately got up from her chair, her eyes red, and patted her hand.
"Hmm..." Seeing the once elegant lady now with graying temples, Luo Mengmeng's tears surged again, "Auntie, don't be sad. As long as we put our hearts into it, I believe we can definitely awaken Suisui. Look, haven't there been many reports in the news about comatose patients waking up?"
Luo Mengmeng had paraphrased what Gu Zhihan had said.
Cheng's mother wiped her tears, forcibly squeezing out a smile, nodding, "Yes, as long as we persist, there will definitely be hope."
Actually, saying this was really just to console others.
But what else could she do if not console herself?
