"Humph!" Pei Qin snorted through her nose and glared.
"Jiujiu, come here," Mo Heng stretched out his hand. He didn't want her to stick to Pei Qin's arms continuously, moving around and bumping into the wound.
Jiujiu reluctantly left her mother's embrace and behaved herself in his arms, "Mom, when will you get better?" With mom being sick, dad wouldn't let her hug mom anymore.
"In a few days, I'll be all right!" Pei Qin rubbed her little head.
That was just to comfort Little Radish.
Pei Yuan shifted her body slightly; her back was already covered in a layer of sweat, yet her older sister's hands remained cold. Every winter, among the siblings, the oldest sister's hands were the warmest. She was always busy except when she was feeling lazy.
Outside, Xie Yi, accompanied by Xie Ze, was about to come in to see Pei Qin. Earlier, the room was full of relatives, and the two hadn't come over.
