He Zhilan's hands always turned icy in winter, and this time, it was particularly severe.
Lowering her gaze, she looked at her small hand resting in his palm. He Teng gently closed his fingers around it and began to speak, his voice hoarse, "I've notified them, but due to the distance and lack of airplanes in nearby cities, it will be two days before they can arrive."
At noon, Xing Ye sent someone to pick up He Teng. Seeing Kang Xing unwilling to leave the hospital alone, He Zhilan then pulled him out.
"Kang Xing, when I saw Niu Rang die in front of me, I felt even worse than you, but I know that Niu Rang is gone, and we need to try even harder to live on. So, when it's time to eat, we must continue to eat; when it's time to rest, we must continue to rest," He Zhilan said, looking worriedly at Kang Xing, "Maybe one day, you'll have the chance to avenge him personally, right?"
