Back home, Li Tingyan took out a medicine for bruises and applied it to Nianyang, feeling sorry and murmuring as he did.
"I'm sorry, Nini. Next time, I'll carry you wherever I go and won't give anyone a chance to hurt you."
Li Tingyan hadn't expected Nianyang to respond, but after he uttered those words, the previously motionless Nianyang suddenly curled her fingertips slightly and slowly gripped the finger Li Tingyan was holding her hand with.
Just this simple action was enough to almost bring Li Tingyan to tears.
"Nini, you can hear me talking, right?
Deep down, you also want to get better, don't you?
Don't worry, I'll wait for you. I will find a way to help you recover, just wait a little longer."
In the afternoon, Li Tingyan took Nianyang to Tongxin Hall once again.
Business had been consistently good over the past couple of days, but it seemed to have no effect on improving Nianyang's condition.
