The night deepened, and even the hospital had become completely quiet.
For some reason, Shu Wan was not sleepy. She looked up at the moon outside the window and suddenly remembered that it was daytime over where Fu Siyu was.
Compelled as if by a ghost, Shu Wan sent a message to Fu Siyu, "Fu Yang is sick."
After a while, Fu Siyu replied, "The housekeeper told me about it. He's always eating randomly, and his stomach isn't great."
"It's my fault."
Although Shu Wan didn't elaborate, Fu Siyu seemed to understand what she meant. After all, at their core, they were the same kind of person, "Without you, he would still get sick, just perhaps later."
Shu Wan's eyes fluttered, and she suddenly brought up another topic, "What was Fu Yang like when he was little?"
Soon, Fu Siyu sent Shu Wan many photos and videos, all from Fu Yang's past.
Mostly from before Fu Yang turned eight, there were mushy baby photos with incomplete teeth, drooling silly at the camera.