"Okay!" Ji Anning nodded lightly, reached out to pick up the sweet soup, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to her mouth.
"Mommy drink."
Fenfen suddenly lifted her little spoon, turned around, tiptoed, and pressed the spoon to Ji Anning’s lips.
In fact, the soup had already spilled from the spoon, but Ji Anning still cooperatively opened her mouth, pretending it tasted good, "Thank you, Fenfen is so good."
Pleased by the praise, Fenfen was very happy. She turned back around, scooped another spoonful, this ti for Ji Chicheng.
When the spoon reached Ji Chicheng’s mouth, he smiled faintly, opened his mouth, and symbolically took a sip of the soup his daughter had fed him.
Such a warm scene could easily make one lose themselves, make one succumb.
In Fenfen’s bright and happy smile, Ji Anning was slowly infected, her face alight with a joyous smile that had been long absent for Ji Chicheng to see.
He watched her, his gaze deep.
"Be careful."
Ji Chicheng was lost in thought when Ji Anning suddenly let out a startled cry.
Before he could react, he heard Fenfen’s cry, "Ow..."
The little girl was lying on the floor; she had been playing hide-and-seek with Ji Anning and walked into a corner of the wall with half her face.
Seeing that sothing was amiss, Ji Anning, despite struggling with back pain, lunged forward but was too late to catch Fenfen, and she herself fell to the ground again due to the sudden movent, unable to recover for quite so ti.
Her brow twitched with pain.
Without hesitation, Ji Chicheng stood up, walked over to Ji Anning, bent down, effortlessly picked her up, placed her on the sofa with a stern face, without sparing Ji Anning a glance, then went to hold Fenfen.
"Let Daddy have a look."
Fenfen, holding her right cheek with her small hand, winced as Ji Chicheng, heart aching, pulled her hand away. The little girl’s right cheek was red, now showing a hint of purple in such a short ti.
He hurried to get the first-aid kit to apply anti-swelling ointnt to Fenfen.
’One and a half to three years old is the pri ti for surgery, when the success rate is highest. After this period, the success rate will gradually decrease.’
As father and daughter were on the other end of the sofa, Ji Anning leaned to one side, her heart heavy as she looked at Fenfen, rembering what the doctor had told her.
Although corneal transplants don’t require a matching donor, the resources are extrely scarce, only available in two cases: from the deceased or the living donors.
However, abroad, families willing to donate usually already have a recipient in mind.
Charles had cast a wide net across major hospitals, but so far there had been no news. There had been one opportunity, but Fenfen had not been at the appropriate age for surgery.
It seed that Fenfen’s surgery could not be delayed any longer.
Each ti she fell, her heart ached.
This must be the punishnt from the heavens ant for her, not for Fenfen.
After a long contemplation, Ji Anning sighed helplessly and powerlessly, and then looked at Fenfen again, her gaze sweeping over Ji Chicheng’s face.
The word "taboo" suddenly invaded her thoughts, and as reason returned, she quickly looked away, stood up, and said faintly, "I’m a bit tired, I’ll go back to my room now."
Holding her waist, she walked out of Ji Chicheng’s room with difficulty.
The warm atmosphere, too, ended with her cold departure.
Ji Chicheng’s face remained cold as he gazed at the shaky steps of Ji Anning, who despite being in such a sorry state, still refused to bow her head to him.
With Ji Anning no longer present in the room, without her presence, the room suddenly felt empty.
So did his heart, empty.
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