"Cough, cough, cough―――!"
Mrs. Wu covered her mouth and coughed again, unable to suppress it any longer, pulling Lin Zhengyang's attention back to her.
Seeing the frail figure in his arms, Lin Zhengyang couldn't help but feel a deep ache in his heart.
At this moment, Lin Zhengyang had put all his love and care into Mrs. Wu, completely forgetting the people in the firewood shed; this deepened Lin Qingyue's sadness and made her feel even colder.
She couldn't even cry anymore, just staring blankly as her father carried Mrs. Wu away.
Without even giving a backward glance.
Nanny Jin, who had been closely watching the situation, hurriedly picked up Lin Qingxue, who was sobbing with her eyes closed, and patted her on the back with sympathy.
She then said to Lin Qingyue, "Miss, it's freezing outside. Let me take you back."
There was no response. Lin Qingyue stared blankly into the distance, her eyes empty as if she hadn't heard a word.
"Miss, let me take you back, alright?"
