The hospital room was still filled with the weak and panicky voice of Little Crybaby, echoing again and again.
The elderly lady's brow was tightly furrowed, her complexion gloomy, and in that moment, she seemed to have aged many years.
She had always held her grandson dear as her own life, and if something bad happened to him because of this scare, she truly didn't know what to do!
"Super Sister, Super Sister..."
Little Crybaby's cries grew more frantic before suddenly falling silent; then his eyelashes quivered, and he opened his eyes in haste.
"Lele, you're awake?" The elderly lady leaned in, looking at him anxiously, "Grandma is here."
Little Crybaby's eyes stiffly moved, slowly meeting the elderly lady's gaze. His look was vacant for a few seconds, and then mist clouded his vision.
Although he was looking directly at his grandmother, he was murmuring, "Super Sister... Super Sister..."
As if in his tiny world, only Super Sister could protect him.
