Yan Luo was at home packing when he answered my video call. He was sitting in a pile of clothes, smiling at me. "Why are you calling at this hour? Is Aunt Yun doing any better?"
"She’s still in a coma."
I had intended to demand why he had so easily agreed to sell the house at such a low price, but seeing his face, unable to mask his exhaustion, the words died in my throat.
Chapter 54