If there is, then it would be impossible.
Su Li leaned against Feng Huaijin, tears streaming down, her body trembling in discomfort.
Perhaps she would never see that child again.
"Your eyes haven't been well recently, so you shouldn't use electronic devices for now." Feng Huaijin made the decision for her.
Feng Huaijin instinctively reached out to Su Li. Su Li abruptly closed her dim eyes, burying her face between her bent knees, avoiding Feng Huaijin's outstretched hand.
Feng Huaijin's hand dangled in midair for a long while before slowly lowering it.
After a long time, the happy voice of the old butler came from outside the ward: "Young Master Sun, Miss Su Li, I've brought chicken soup."
Feng Huaijin took the thermos and said lightly, "How come you've come, old man? You're getting on in years; you shouldn't be running around like this."
