C425 Black Dragon(2)

At the door of Zhou Hui's ward, a middle-aged couple was looking in through the window. In the ward, Zhou Hui was sitting with his back against the bed, with Zi Han holding a bowl of rice in one hand and a spoon in the other, feeding Zhou Hui one mouthful after another. Zhou Hui was beaming with happiness, and the couple nodded repeatedly.

"Happiness? This is what you mean by happiness