"Father… you almost scared me to death! Do you know how worried I am about you! How can you treat us like this! I was almost scared to death!" Xia He knelt next to Xia Mao's bed fearfully and wailed loudly. At this moment, she had set aside her strong facade. At this moment, she was only Xia Mao's daughter.
No matter how old she was, Xiao Mao would always see her as his adorable little daughter.
Xia Mao slowly tapped Xia He's cheek with his finger and looked at her in a kind manner. Although he had been lying on the bed all this while, he still retained his consciousness. These children had really suffered during this period of time.
"Don't cry anymore…" Xia Mao whispered with great effort.
Xia He quickly stopped crying and stayed quietly by Xia Mao's bed. She just looked at Xia Mao without doing anything. Although she could not help but cry occasionally, she tried her best to hold it in.
