The Ruanlin Family urged, "Xiaoxi, Jiaojiao is sick, don't touch her, you might catch it."
"No, I'm not scared." Xiu Xi refused to let go of Ruan Jiaojiao's small hand.
After watching for a while, finally, with a sigh of helplessness, the mother of the Ruan Family had no choice but to deal with the stubborn child and helped herself to a bowl of porridge first.
Xiu Xi stood by the bed; he was not very tall, and standing by the bed he was only a head taller than it. To hold Ruan Jiaojiao's hand, he had to raise his arm, and after holding it for a long time, his arm began to numb, yet he still couldn't bear to let go.
His gaze, unwavering and fixed on Ruan Jiaojiao's flushed little face, was focused, carrying a fondness that others couldn't detect.
He knew that even if he could change her fate and bring her back here, she would still face the trials that were meant for her. He couldn't help her with anything else, the only thing he could do was to stay by her side.
