Seeing her in this state, Chen Zhi couldn't help but lean over the hospital bed and weep bitterly.
She dared not cry out loud, but her shoulders constantly trembled, and the occasional sob that slipped out was heartrending to hear.
"Chen Zhi, don't be sad,"
Aunt Xu held her shoulder and comforted her softly, "Your mother will be fine. Didn't the doctor say that she is out of danger now? Once she has rested enough, she will wake up."
Chen Zhi shook her head, still crying.
She was just very sad. Seeing her mother so frail, her heart ached intensely as if the sky was falling.
She really couldn't imagine, if her mother were gone, how she would live on her own.
In this world, her only relative was her mother, and she just wanted to hold on to her.
She had no other wishes but to hold on to her mother. Could even this wish not be granted?