In fact, every time the virus struck, Zhuo Junyue did not want the little one by his side.
He knew that she would definitely worry and feel heartache if she saw him in that state.
Now that he had regained consciousness, he saw that her eyes were red.
He reached out and gently caressed her face, "Little one, don't cry, little uncle is fine."
She nodded, "I'm not crying."
He was in such pain and yet said he was fine; she knew he was just trying to comfort her.
"Husband, I want to leave tomorrow; I'm really scared."
Thinking of his suffering, Ningyan really did not want to stay here any longer.
She wanted to go to the South Border, the place that might be the only one in the world that could save little uncle.
She pinned all her hopes on the Spirit Tribe; she didn't dare to think about what she would do if even the Spirit Tribe couldn't cure this poison.
