His low and sensitive voice had just fallen when Xi Xiaye felt at ease. She turned around to look at the ward behind her. Through the window, she could see the weak Mu Lingshi sound asleep on the sickbed.
"Mr. Mu, no matter what, you have to get Ah Mo back in one piece. Bring him home. She can't suffer anymore, or she will break down soon enough."
Fate had not been very kind to her, so she should not be burdened with all these misfortunes.
As Xi Xiaye watched Mu Lingshi lying on the sickbed lifelessly, she felt her chest grow a little heavy in a way that made it hard to breathe. She even felt a little heartbroken.
Mu Yuchen nodded, his tone exceptionally certain as he said, "Don't worry."
"Mmm, let's go in and be with her for a bit," Xi Xiaye said softly.
He then held her and walked into the ward.
After a while, Zhuang Shurong's anxious call came. Mu Yuchen picked it up.
