Knock, knock, knock.
In the spacious hospital room, a knocking sound arose.
Sitting on the bed, Little Nuomi, who was bored and playing iPad games, didn't lift her head, and in a soft, tender voice, said, "Come in."
Zhou Junyi and Mu Chongming pushed the door open and saw the little one's head wrapped in thick gauze.
Before seeing her, the heartache was unbearable.
When they actually saw Little Nuomi's condition, the heartache was beyond measure.
Zhou Junyi gently called out to her, "Little Nuomi, are you playing games?"
With a swoosh, Little Nuomi lifted her head, her eyes watery, radiating joyous light, "Grandma, are you here to see Little Nuomi?"
"Yes. Grandma heard from your... uncle that you were injured, so I came to see you."
This was Zhou Mutian's first time interacting with Little Nuomi while she was awake, feeling both excited and nervous, deeply afraid of frightening her.
