But no one listened to her. Neither Changsheng nor Changsheng’s mother listened to a single word of advice from her.
And now, her kidney was gone, her leg was broken, and she was half-dead.
Yan Huan walked in. Changsheng turned his face and smiled at her. He was still the same as before, but he had changed too much. Things had changed, and people had changed.
Whether it was Yan Huan or Changsheng, it was the same.
Changsheng had been recuperating in the hospital for a few days, but he had recovered. He was no longer as afraid of people as before. Of course, he was still unwilling to speak, but he was basically able to communicate.
Yan Huan carried some food that he had bought outside and walked into the ward. He also stood in front of Changsheng.
Changsheng was not afraid of Yan Huan.
However, he still did not quite believe that Yan Huan was the Little Yan that he had fished out of the river.