Mo Baichuan rushed over in large strides, lifted Mo Hudie up, and placed a pillow under her waist, "Xiaodie, how are you feeling recently? Do you have any food cravings? Brother Baichuan will go and buy it for you."
A faint, pale smile appeared at the corner of Mo Hudie's mouth, "Brother Baichuan, I'm doing much better, don't worry."
Sincere her childhood, Mo Hudie had always been considerate. Despite suffering from a serious illness, she had never complained about the pain and never shed tears.
She silently endured the torment of her illness without causing trouble for those around her.
Her id understanding nature made people deeply concerned about her.
Grandmother Mo turned around and quietly wiped away her tears.
Just like performing a magic trick, Song Beicheng took out a small toy from behind him, "Xiaodie, guess what is this?"
Mo Hudie's eyes lit up, "Is it a small frog?"
