Xu Jiamu was stunned at first, but then he realized what was happening... and instantly wasn't sleepy anymore.
His legs were a little weak, as he stared at Song Xiangsi crying with her trembling body for a long time. Only after a time did he force himself to walk steadily over to her side.
Father Song lay poised with both hands intertwined on his stomach, and he had a serene expression on his face. With his lips shut tight and a faint smile, he looked like he was having a great dream.
Xu Jiamu reached over and gently touched Father Song's hand. It was ice cold to the touch. His fingertips shivered for a moment, then he turned his head over to Song Xiangsi. He felt a cutting pain in his heart, as he watched her cry despairingly. He summoned the strength in himself to press onto her shoulder, and say a few weak words of comfort. "Sisi, don't be too sad."
Song Xiangsi's tears continued to fall on their own accord, as though she hadn't heard a word.
