Li Yifei's heartfelt words caused Chu Xiaoyao much distress, and as he lifted his hand to caress her face, he softly said, "Xiaoyao, don't worry, your uncle will never leave you."
"I believe you." Chu Xiaoyao smiled faintly, pulled down Li Yifei's hand, and placed it on her chest, whispering, "Uncle, I'm sleepy. Just touch me here; I like it. When I fall asleep, then you can be with Sister Yiyi like that."
Su Yiyi's face blushed, but she was more worried about Chu Xiaoyao. However, after she and Li Yifei watched over Chu Xiaoyao for a while, Xiaoyao actually fell asleep. Despite not appearing too grief-stricken that day, in reality, she was only pretending, and such pretense was exhausting. Thus, as soon as she relaxed, her weariness overwhelmed her, and she fell into a deep sleep.
"Xiaoyao really is a pitiful child. Who knows when she'll be able to move on from this sadness," Su Yiyi sighed softly.
