Xu Jinzhi sat alone on the chair outside the intensive care unit, surrounded by people just like herself.
"Jinzhi," He Shuying came to Xu Jinzhi's side.
Xu Jinzhi merely glanced faintly, then looked away; at this moment, all Xu Jinzhi wanted was to quietly wait for Xie Yanchuan to wake up. She didn't want to say anything more.
He Shuying too looked utterly exhausted. Since the incident, she had only managed to snatch a terrified couple of hours of sleep and then couldn't sleep anymore.
As for Xu Jinzhi's current attitude, He Shuying knew very well the reason behind it.
He Shuying didn't say a word, simply sitting down beside Xu Jinzhi.
She felt some sorrow, realizing she had never truly loved her son. In the past, she used her husband Xie Xingchuan's poor health as an excuse for her neglect.
But now, Xie Xingchuan was still very much alive, while Xie Yanchuan was facing death.
If Xie Yanchuan didn't wake up, He Shuying thought, she might feel sad, but perhaps not too sad.
