On the bed, that small figure curled up, seemingly still in a dream, his complexion appearing somewhat pale.
Li Jiaqi's eyes were still a bit red, carefully adjusting the blanket to cover the little one.
Hua Shiyu gently patted her shoulder, then quietly retreated from the room together with Li Jiaqi.
Li Jiaqi closed the door behind her.
They walked together to the living room.
Li Jiaqi sat down powerlessly, Hua Shiyu sat beside her, gently patting her shoulder.
"When was this illness discovered?"
Li Jiaqi couldn't stop her tears from flowing.
No matter how much she wiped, they seemed endless.
"Recently, he's been having constant fever... the fever reducers didn't help, we went to the hospital but couldn't find out what kind of illness it was. Shiyu, I've never done anything bad in my life. Why has it come to this? Without He Yingdong, I thought I still have my son, I can still hold on... but now, why does fate want to take away my last support?"
