Zhang Ma grew up watching Butong grow up. She didn't know how sad she was, how upset she was, how helpless she was, but she couldn't comfort her. She just nodded, "well, if Miss is tired, go to have a rest and let the servant watch."

"I know."

mother Zhang closed the door and left. The ward was quiet again. There was only the regular sound of the instrument. It was cold and lifeless.

"Grandpa, it's time for the honeysuckle at home to bloom. You like to take the honeysuckle to dry and make water to drink. We are in the hospital, and all these things can only be done...