The person in the hospital bed was sleeping soundly, and just at this moment, Jian Dan's phone rang with a message.
Lai Wei: Sorry, I was busy last night, how are you and your Uncle Qin doing now? Jian Dan, since you haven't let go, I think you should give it a try, otherwise how would you know you can't?
Jian Dan stared at Lai Wei's message in a daze, her gaze indeed fixed on Bo Qin's face.
Bo Qin, looking at him now, seemed very weak, with an IV drip attached to his hand.
His lips were turning purple, clearly showing signs of illness.
She snapped back to reality and replied to Lai Wei's message.
Jian Dan: No need, I think he's already very tired. If I make him any more exhausted, I'd feel bad about it. Weiwei, don't worry about me. In another half year, I'll return, and with Lulu and everyone else there, I won't overthink or feel particularly regretful;
