"I will not go, Yuanyuan..." He Xiyan carefully placed the child onto the bed. Sitting beside the bed, she held the child's hot little hands all the time.
How she wished she was the sick one, rather than her child.
Yuanyuan finally stopped crying. He looked at his mother with eyes wide open without speaking. He just stared blankly and coughed a couple of times from time to time.
After receiving two bottles of transfusion in succession, he fell asleep deeply again.
At this time, Wu Xiaomin packed some food and came over, which was all freshly made by the cook at home and was also He Xiyan's favorite dishes.
"Eat something first, Yanyan..." Mo Yixuan laid his hand on her shoulder gently. She had been sitting here for hours without even taking a sip of water.
He Xiyan turned to look at the hand on her shoulder and did not hesitate to slant her shoulder a little, letting that hand fall into the air.
