Nan Song choked out the words from deep within her throat, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of fear and hope.,A crack appeared on the man's composed face, he walked past Nan Song towards the guest room, his voice low and heavy: "Prepare the car, we're going to the hospital.",In a short while, Yu Jinwen strode out of the guest room carrying someone horizontally. The person was thin and sickly, covered with a hand-embroidered quilt embroidered by Nan Song.。