Zhan Mo's choice (2)

Zhan mo quickly fed Zhan Jia 'er some water.

He took care of the weak Zhan Jia 'er and got the professor to check on her. After confirming that Zhan Jia' er's condition had stabilized, he heaved a sigh of relief.

On the bed, Zhan Jia 'er looked at Zhan mo, who was sitting beside him.

"Brother, I'm sorry," she said timidly. I think Yingluo said something wrong before she fainted. I shouldn't have done that. I was too scared. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Jia 'er shouldn't have such evil thoughts."

Unlike the twisted expression that Zhan mo had seen earlier, the Zhan Jia 'er who had woken up from her coma had once again turned into the girl that he was once familiar with.

Weak, kind, innocent, and pure.

Just like before, even though his sister was not feeling well, she could not bear to hurt others.

In Zhan Mo's knowledge, the people who told his sister not to put others in her eyes had always been him and his parents.