"Your Aunt Su is not feeling well right now, so don't disturb her rest. Once she recovers, you can spend more time with her." Ye Yunzhu said to her daughter, Li Yixiang. The little girl was no longer so naive. She had picked a few flowers from school to give to Su Lio, but Su Lio had just fallen asleep, so she couldn't deliver them.
"Dad, can you give the flowers to Aunt Su for me and tell her not to be afraid? We'll all be with her!" Li Yixiang said as she looked up, handing the flowers to Li Yifei.
"Sure, Dad will give them to Aunt Su for you!" Li Yifei replied.
On the bed, Su Lio, with her back to everyone, felt her eyes move, and tears began to fall. She was a strong person, but also fragile, which wasn't contradictory. Human emotions can vary greatly. These past few days, thanks to Li Yifei's company, she didn't cry even when feeling vulnerable. She appeared optimistic, but Li Yixiang's act of giving flowers made her tears finally fall uncontrollably.
