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"It's okay, leave it to me."
Mu Jingxi rubbed her head, and while she was distracted, he gently planted a kiss on her smooth, full forehead.
Little Nuomi lay on the edge of the bed, her small neck stretched out long, her little arm reaching out, her soft little hand touched Qiao Yunjin's hand, "Mommy, how much longer does Yunjin need to sleep?"
"Yunjin needs to sleep for a long time, but when he wakes up, Mommy will definitely tell you right away. Is that okay?"
Little Nuomi nodded emphatically, "Mm!"
The tiny Qiao Yunjin, lying on the hospital bed, still had tubes all over him, his small body looking so fragile it seemed it might vanish at any moment.
Even though the doctor said there was hope.
But Qiao An's heart was still filled with deep anxiety and unease every day.
Qiao An bent down, gently caressing Qiao Yunjin's little face, the little guy's brows, eyes, and mouth looked so much like Qiao Yiqing's.
"Yunjin, you have to get better, do you understand?"
