"What's wrong, are you feeling unwell?" Tang Zhijun placed his hand on Zhang Xiangcao's forehead, thinking that she was feeling ill due to her wound infection.
"Zhijun, I need to tell you…"
Zhang Xiangcao was about to mention Sang Zhilan's presence, but she was interrupted by a child's voice calling for its mother.
She quickly turned around and saw Sisi, holding her sister's hand, walking toward her. Upon seeing her, Sisi's little face lit up with a smile.
"Sisi!" Zhang Xiangcao tried sitting up abruptly, but was halted by the pain in her wound.
"Be careful," Tang Zhijun hurriedly pushed her shoulder down.
Sisi ran over, kicked off her little shoes clumsily, and scampered onto the sickbed but sat still.
Zhang Xiangcao shook her head at Tang Zhijun, indicating that she was fine.
