Chapter 101 Wen Wanzi Cannot Die

Wen Wanzhi's face was as pale as paper, and her hand, attached to the IV drip, rested limply by her side.

Bao Yancheng reached out to hold that icy cold little hand, "Take her back to the ward."

Bao Yancheng walked beside the bed, holding onto the hand whose fingertips where cold and trembling.

Wen Wanzhi stared blankly at the moving ceiling, even forgetting to struggle free.

She could understand the expression on Xiao Zhou's face; it was quite possible that her grandfather would never wake up again.

What had she talked about with her grandfather the last time she saw him...

The nurses bustled about, pushing the hospital bed into the ward, securing it, and checking the IV drip speed before quickly leaving.

Throughout, Wen Wanzhi was like a log, listlessly thinking of something, her teary eyes brimming with tears, which then slipped from the reddened corners of her eyes into her hairline.

She looked so fragile that Bao Yancheng didn't even dare to touch her.