Seeing that Snow Cecy was lying on the bed, Mike immediately turned on the light and ran to her, crying, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Snow Cecy had been suffering from the pain and her clothes had been soaked in sweat.
She could hardly hear the sound.
She could only feel the warmth of her little hand. She knew it was Mike.
"Bless..."
She was almost unable to make a sound, but she still raised her eyes to look at the child in front of her. A bitter smile finally appeared on her face. "Don't worry. Mom is fine."
"Mommy, where does it hurt? Did Daddy hit you?" He had never seen Snow Cecy like this before. She was so scared that she lost her mind and kept crying.
"No, he didn't hit me..." Snow Cecy raised her hand and touched his face, trying to comfort . "Have you eaten anything?"
"No."
Mike shook his head, "Mom, have you eaten anything? I'll ask someone to bring some food here."
Snow Cecy knew that the people downstairs couldn't give him food.
