"Qianqian."
Zhang Qian seemed to hear Xue Xingzhou's voice and lifted her head in a daze.
Seeing her like this, Xue Xingzhou's heart ached.
He stood in front of Zhang Qian, placed his hand on her hair, and gently stroked it.
"I'll go back with you. Dad will be fine. I'm here."
Tears welled in Zhang Qian's eyes, and she leaned her head weakly against Xue Xingzhou's chest.
Xue Xingzhou simply stood there, supporting her.
Two days later, they finally arrived in Black Province. After getting off the train, they rushed to the hospital.
Once at the hospital, they asked for directions at the nurses' station and found the room.
"Mom."
The moment Huang Ying saw Zhang Qian, tears streamed down her face.
"Qianqian, you're finally back."
"How's Dad?"
Zhang Qian walked over to her father, who was lying in the hospital bed.
Zhang Hongjie lay on the bed, eyes closed, an oxygen mask on his face. He was hooked up to a monitor, and his lips were pale.
