Lijing Private Hospital, VIP room on the third floor
A gaunt boy with a pallid complexion was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, staring intently at the large screen television mounted on the wall.
On the television was the live broadcast of the international violin competition.
"Ming Ting, Mommy bought you strawberries, they're all washed, come and eat them."
Huayin, holding a small basket of strawberries that were washed clean and neatly arranged, along with some other fruits, entered the room.
After setting the items on a cabinet beside her, she noticed the television program her son was watching.
Seeing the sparkle in Yuan Mingting's eyes, her heart ached, and she managed a smile, "When you're better, Ming Ting, we'll participate in this competition next year."
Yuan Mingting's face, which used to exude a sunny and handsome charm, was now wrought with sickness, leaving only a desolate and wilted aura, at such a young age he seemed cloaked in an air of melancholy.
