When Qiao Yue arrived at the welfare home, Linlin, who was still running around a couple of days ago, was gravely ill and lying in bed.
"Brother, you've come to see me." Linlin tried her best to smile adorably when she saw Qiao Yue.
"What's going on? Why are you so weak?" Qiao Yue touched Linlin's head.
"Brother, how much longer will I live?" Linlin looked at Qiao Yue with tears in her eyes. "I know Sister Lin Jie is lying to me. Actually, I won't recover at all."
"No, no. You'll be fine." Qiao Yue looked at Linlin, her eyes filled with heartache.
"Brother, can you bring me to the amusement park? I really want to go." Linlin's round eyes lit up. "I want to try cotton candy and jump on the trampoline."
"Sure." Qiao Yue nodded.
This girl was not even ten years old, but she had to go through such suffering. That man deserved to die.
