"Do you know? Until just now, Mo Rao was still worried about Grandma's health and asked me not to tell Grandma. Fu Ying, why didn't you cherish such a good girl?"
Mo Wan really didn't want to talk to Fu Ying anymore and turned to leave.
Fu Ying stood outside the ward for a long time before walking in.
Mo Rao lay quietly on the bed. Her face, which was already small, was even thinner now. She looked very weak and pale.
All along, her health had not been very good. Everyone had asked her to eat more to gain weight.
Now, she looked even more heartbreaking.
Fu Ying wanted to go up and hug her, but he could not do so.
"Raorao, are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" Fu Ying asked softly.
