The hospital ward was permeated with the smell of disinfectant. Early in the morning, Song Ruyi opened the windows of the ward to ventilate.
She sat by the ward, peeling apples with a knife.
Anning leaned back on the hospital bed, a smile on her face, slowly swallowing the buns that the bodyguard had brought back.
Neither mother nor daughter spoke, yet the atmosphere in the ward was especially good, particularly warm.
However, the arrival of one person broke this cozy atmosphere.
Early in the morning, Mrs. Liu was busy making breakfast. She cooked meat porridge, made some side dishes, and also fried some bun slices.
After cooking, Mrs. Liu carried the lunch box to the hospital.
When she arrived at the ward, Anning had just swallowed the last bite of her bun.
