After sending Zhou Ruoki to the hospital for an examination, the doctors said there was nothing wrong, and Cheng Zhiwei's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
She prepared to leave.
"Aunt Cheng," Zhou Ruoki called out weakly, "thank you."
Cheng Zhiwei's expression softened a lot as she touched his head, "Are you sick?"
Zhou Ruoki nodded obediently, "I caught a cold."
Cheng Zhiwei hummed in response, telling him to rest well.
This was a pitiful child, unloved by his father and mother.
"Auntie, can you wait until I fall asleep before you go?" Zhou Ruoki lay in the hospital bed, his eyes as glossy as grapes, filled with hope and timidity.
"Qiqi, Sister Xiaoman is here, you go to sleep, Sister will protect you," Zhang Xiaoman came closer, soothing her in a gentle, soft voice.
She felt guilty and wanted to take good care of Zhou Ruoki.
Zhou Ruoki pouted, unhappy.
