At this moment, Sister Long came over from elsewhere, her face covered with beads of sweat, breathing heavily.
Sister Long approached Wen Meimei, "How is Aju?"
Wen Meimei shook her head, "He still hasn't woken up. Sister Long, you should sit down for a bit too."
"Okay." Sister Long sat beside Wen Meimei.
Wen Meimei was clutching her cellphone, her face as calm as still water, showing no ripples.
Sister Long, unable to bear it, reached out and took her hand, comforting her, "Don't worry, Aju is very strong. He won't be in any trouble."
Wen Meimei was filled with deep self-blame, "Sister Long... it's all my fault, I have dragged my dad down."
"Don't talk like that. Every daughter is the apple of her father's eye. If it were you who was hurt, Aju would be the one who couldn't bear it. Just wait in peace."
Wen Meimei, utterly unable to accept the comfort, was tormented with endless guilt, murmuring softly, "Should I not have come back to acknowledge my father?"