Looking at the pale little face of Luolu on the bed, such a lovely little girl, what has she been put through?
Song Yinyin looked at the little one on the bed, feeling incredibly distressed.
Beside her, Teacher Wen couldn't help but burst into tears the moment she saw Luolu being wheeled out of the emergency room.
She lay by Luolu's hospital bed, sobbing uncontrollably, while Song Yinyin, feeling the same pain, couldn't help but gently pat her back.
"As long as the child is okay, Teacher Wen, please don't cry yourself sick."
"Okay." Teacher Wen nodded, wiped away her tears twice, and held Luolu's icy cold little hand in her palm.
Perhaps it was a connection of the heart, but the little one on the bed woke up, opened her eyes, looked around, and focused her gaze on Song Yinyin and Teacher Wen beside her.
"Luolu, you're finally awake!" Teacher Wen was overjoyed and cupped Luolu's little face, kissing her on the forehead.
"How are you feeling?"
