"Yes," Xia Ji replied.
He hugged his sister warmly and gently stroked her long hair.
Little Su heaved a sigh of relief and closed her eyes, allowing the young man in front of her to hug her.
She was so tired, so tired. She felt that she was not far from death. The memories in her mind seemed to have exploded, shattering into countless fragments. These fragments fell from the sky like mud, wanting to bury her alive.
She felt that she could not breathe, but now she felt better and more at ease.
She also reached out to hug the young man in front of her, like a drowning person grabbing onto a straw.
Seeing that she was about to fall asleep again, Xia Ji gently lifted her waist with his left hand until he rested his head on her before carefully putting her down like a priceless treasure.
Little Su's breathing gradually became even, and she fell asleep again.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room.
"Customer, Bai ... The porridge is here."
