"Yuan!"
Mu Shaoqian, wearing a mask, rushed to the bedside.
Looking at Yan Xinxin, who still hadn't woken up, his heart was in torment and pain.
"Cherries, Yuan wants to pick lots of cherries..."
Suddenly.
Yan Xinxin muttered in her sleep.
Everyone in the ward fell silent.
"Pick lots and lots, for sister, for mom and dad..."
Hearing these words, Ning Zitong's heart tightened even more, and Mu Shaoqian's mind quickly reflected the scenes of their childhood days picking cherries in the orchard.
"Yuan, brother is here..."
Mu Shaoqian bent down and held Yan Xinxin's hand.
"When you forgive brother, brother will accompany you to the orchard to pick cherries, pick peaches, pick anything you like, brother will go with you."
"Brother..."
Yan Xinxin's pink lips moved twice, and soon fell silent again.
"Yuan, Yuan..."
"Shaoqian, don't be so agitated, Yuan will be fine."
Mu Jingheng quickly comforted.
"How can it be fine?"
Mu Shaoqian nervously turned around.
