“Come here?” Francis Fu asked.
Henry Jiang gave a hum and asked, “How is Xiaozhen?”
Francis Fu replied, “I have fallen asleep inside, and the doctor said that my legs may not recover as well as before.”
Henry Jiang nodded, it was difficult to tell from his expression what he was thinking at this time: “I see, I will go in and see him.”
The next morning, as soon as Frederick Fu opened his eyes, he saw Henry Jiang sitting next to his bed. He thought he was dreaming, and after blinking, Henry Jiang still sat there and did not disappear.
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