No matter how Aunt Zhou comforted her, she couldn't listen.
Her mind was filled with Tang Yuchen's voice and smile. Thinking of him, her heart ached deeply, more painful than any previous heartache.
It was only then that she realized that as long as he lived, she would not care about anything else. In the face of death, nothing became important.
But, does she still have a chance to get along with him?
The more An Ruo thought about it, the sadder she became. She cried heartbreakingly, as if her heart had been lost, dead, and could never be resurrected.
She didn't know how long she cried before she fell asleep again.
Aunt Zhou woke her up midway and fed her water and porridge, but she couldn't swallow them and could only rely on nutrient solution to maintain her life.
After she fell into a coma for a day, she was no longer so sad and painful, and she felt a little more energetic.
After waking up, instead of eating, she called Mo Hua and asked if there was any news about Tang Yuchen.
Mo Hua said that they have been salvaging and he will contact her if there is any situation.
An Ruo hung up the phone sadly and leaned on the bed in a daze. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was pale, and she looked much haggard.
Anyone who sees her like this will feel distressed.
Aunt Zhou came in with porridge and felt very sad when she saw her appearance.
"Ms. An, please eat something. You haven't eaten for several days."
An Ruo shook her head, moved her chapped and white lips, and murmured: "I won't eat it."
She had no appetite at all, and there seemed to be something blocked in her throat, making her feel uncomfortable.
"I know you can't eat it, but you still want to eat as much as you can."
"You put it here."
Aunt Zhou's persuasion was useless, so she put the porridge on the bedside table and walked out.
The light outside the window was very dazzling. An Ruo squinted and looked over, her eyes were sore, as if tears were about to well up again.
She lowered her eyes and closed them. At this moment, Kangkang walked into the room. He approached the bed and climbed onto the bed with both hands.
An Ruo felt his movement and raised her eyes to look at him. The little guy struggled to climb onto the bed and looked at her with big eyes.
He suddenly pointed at the porridge on the bedside, with an anxious look on his face.
An Ruo took him into her arms, and he pointed at the porridge eagerly while tugging at her clothes.
"Baby, what are you going to do?" An Ruo asked him in a hoarse voice.
He was speechless and could only keep pointing at the porridge.
She kissed his forehead, held the bowl with one hand, and scooped out a spoonful of porridge to feed him. She thought he wanted to eat.
The spoon came to his mouth. He shook his head violently, pushed her hand with his little hand, and brought the spoon to her mouth.
An Ruo suddenly understood what he meant, he wanted her to eat.
