Xia Yangyang felt a stabbing pain in her heart upon hearing these words.
No one understood them better than Xia Yangyang.
Xia Ye was so intelligent, so sensible; in Xia Yangyang's eyes, he was the best child in the world.
But if God had made him so perfect, why did he have to suffer so much?
He was just a five-year-old child.
Others couldn't imagine that at her lowest moments, it was this child who comforted her instead.
Xia Ye said, "It's okay, Mom and Dad, I'll get better. I am happy now and I enjoy my life. When I open my eyes, I can see both of you by my side. I can't think of anything better than this."
Xia Yangyang held Xia Ye's hand, struggling to hold back her tears.
Yet in front of Xia Ye, she managed to restrain herself.
After a while, Xia Ye fell back into a deep sleep.
Xia Yangyang continued to hold his little hand.
Gu Qichen finally spoke in a heavy voice, "Go and sleep for a bit, I'll watch over him."
Xia Yangyang shook her head.
