Zhou han slowly pushed the door of the ward open and walked in quietly. He saw Lin Li sitting by the bed. She was lying on the edge of the bed and sleeping. Her hand was still holding the hand of the little guy on the bed.
When he looked up again, the little one on the bed was sleeping with his eyes closed. However, he did not seem to be sleeping well. The expression on his little face was uncomfortable. His little eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his eyelids were trembling as if he was dreaming of something terrible. There was cold porridge tied in a plastic bag on the bedside table.