"Not thinking or wishing makes it easy to be forgotten."
In his life, Zhou Qing lost to fate. Thus, he didn't ask for much. He didn't seek a long life, only that those he cherished wouldn't cry too long after he was gone.
"There won't be any problems," Zhou Xufang said, holding back tears and gripping his hand. "Uncle, don't worry. We've brought over the best doctors from abroad. The surgery will certainly go smoothly."
Will it definitely go smoothly?
Not necessarily.
Zhou Qing had used up all his luck the moment he met Lu Sheng; therefore, he wasn't greedy and was content. "Xufang, promise me, okay?"
With reddened eyes, Zhou Xufang nodded.
Fool.
Lu Sheng stood at the entrance of the hospital room, hesitating to enter. Resting her hand on the doorknob, it trembled slightly. She withdrew it without pushing the door open and sat down on a chair in the corridor.
Lu Xinglan was also sitting there.
"Brother."
"Hmm?"
