Tang Huai carried the soup and arrived at Gu Jiajia's ward.
Gu Jiajia was leaning against a soft pillow, sitting at the head of the bed, staring blankly out the window.
"Yijun told me that you haven't eaten anything today." Tang Huai put the soup pot on the table.
"The sky is dark. Is it going to rain?" Gu Jiajia asked hoarsely.
"Isn't it normal for the sky to rain?" Tang Huai poured the soup from the pot into a bowl and handed it to Gu Jiajia: "Have a little. If you don't eat, Yijun won't eat either. He's lost a lot of weight."
Gu Jiajia withdrew her gaze and looked at Tang Huai thoughtfully: "When did you find out that Gerry was Jing Hua?"
"If you want to know, drink this bowl of soup first."
Gu Jiajia seemed to have cried all her tears these days; she couldn't cry anymore now.
She took the bowl, sighed, and gave a bitter smile, "If I hadn't heard you talking while I was in a coma, would you have kept it from me forever?"
