"Hi," Han Zixin smiled at An Qinyan when he saw her.
An Qinyan smiled at the boy as she patted his head. "Ah Xin, how are you?"
"I'm good, Auntie," Han Zixin replied when he saw how weak the woman was looking. The dark circles below her eyes were prominent. He passed the coffee that Han Nanxian had brought for him and Song Xueyun, "Do you want to have coffee?"
"Such a good kid," An Qinyan softly said as she took the coffee and gestured to him to follow her if he wanted to see An Xiulan from the close. When they reached the room where An Xiulan was sleeping, she said, "Talk to her. Maybe, she will wake up after listening to you."
"Is she still in a coma?" Han Zixin whispered, his brown eyes flashing with apparent worry.
An Qinyan shook her head. "The doctors said she is out of coma. Last night, she was running a high fever and so she is still sleeping. Talk to her for a while, I will be back soon."
