He sighed deeply, squatted down, enveloped her frail body in his arms, and gently stroked her hair, lifting her up completely.
"Stop crying."
This sight was truly heartbreaking.
Little Ai opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the embrace. She looked at the person in front of her, but her vision was blurred by tears, making it impossible for her to see clearly. Even as she was carried out of the bathroom, her reactions were sluggish, as if she was dreaming. In the dream, Wubai would gently and lovingly hold her tight, soothe her, and stroke her head. A pang of sorrow surged through her heart like a flood from the Yellow River, and she cried even harder, sobbing so much that her voice became hoarse!
How she was taken back to Vancouver, how she was admitted to a private hospital room, she completely couldn't remember. All she knew was that she clung tightly to him in her dream, cried until she was exhausted, and fell asleep.
