Her quiet sobs grew louder until she began to howl.
Grandma Sheng kept trying to console her. "Xiaxia, don't blame yourself. It really isn't your fault… Don't cry…"
Her crying seemed to wake Sheng Yize up, and he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing how sad An Xiaxia was, he asked in a raspy voice, "Why are you crying?"
He tried to wipe An Xiaxia's tears, but his hand was too rigid to move.
That only made An Xiaxia cry harder.
Sheng Yize was dazed for a moment. Last night, the director of the hospital had summoned the best surgeons to operate on him. He had been sleeping under the effect of the anesthetic since then.
He could roughly guess why An Xiaxia was crying like this and struggled to stroke her little head with his left hand. "Don't cry. It's not that bad. We're both alive and well. That's the most important thing."
The most important thing.
