"Xixi."
When Madame Lu saw Meng Xi'er come out, she looked at her anxiously, "Has Yebai apologized to you yet?"
Meng Xi'er lowered her head, gently holding her wrist with one hand, her facial expression seemed thoughtful.
Seeing the tears on her face, Madame Lu jolted slightly, asking in a fluster, "Did Yebai yell at you?"
Despite her son being seriously ill, at this moment, she was still worried about their relationship.
Meng Xi'er knew that she was really scared of her leaving.
"No," she shook her head at Madame Lu, "Yebai will be fine soon. Don't worry." Looking at the dark shadows under her eyes, she softly suggested, "You should rest for a while. You probably haven't had a good sleep in a long time, right?"
"How can I sleep?" Madame Lu gave a bitter smile, "I pray to God, seek help everywhere, hoping someone could save him. But how? With medicine ineffective and his daily condition worsening, how could I possibly sleep?"
"..."
