Lin Xinlan did not decline and agreed.
Carrying her child out of the hospital, Xiaocong stretched out his small, soft hand, groping to cradle her face, and comforted her in a soft voice like a little adult.
"Mom, don't be sad, Grandpa Doctor said Xiaocong's eyes will get better. Don't worry too much."
Lin Xinlan stopped in her tracks, looking at him with mixed feelings.
"Does Xiaocong mind that he can't see with his eyes?" she decided to dispel his worries. If he kept worrying every day like this, he would surely develop psychological issues.
It was best to change his mindset while he was still young.
Xiaocong cast his gaze downward, his small hands fidgeting, and after stammering for a while, he asked in a low voice, "Would Mom mind?"
"Not at all!" Lin Xinlan rejected the notion outright.
