Hearing the noise, Ai Minzhen didn't react, she was like a soulless puppet.
"Auntie Ai." Lan Ruowei called out.
Ai Minzhen turned her head in a daze, and her unfocused eyes suddenly came to life upon seeing Lan Ruowei: "Ruowei.
"Auntie Ai, how is Xiaohan doing?"
Lan Ruowei's throat tightened, and although she had no relation to Xiaohan, seeing him in such a pitiful state filled her with sympathy.
"I'll wake Xiaohan up so he can talk to you."
After Ai Minzhen finished speaking, she was about to go wake Xiaohan.
"No need, let Xiaohan sleep a bit more," Lan Ruowei immediately stopped Ai Minzhen.
Only in his sleep does Xiaohan's lips curl into a blissful smile.
Ai Minzhen silently withdrew her hand, taking Lan Ruowei by the hand to sit on the sofa.
"Xiaohan, is he alright?"
"His disease has relapsed, the doctors say there isn't much time left."
Ai Minzhen took a full minute to finish that sentence.
"How can this be."
