Once in the car, Yin Shixiu held Su Xiaomeng's cold hand,
"I'm sorry..."
Su Xiaomeng looked at him...
"You know I can't stand seeing you so weak... Shixiu, remember this, children have their destiny! You, however, are my destiny..."
"..."
Su Xiaomeng reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck, and let him lie across her legs, gently placing her hand on his burning forehead...
Merely because last night, under those circumstances, he promised Xiao Xiaoang that he would bring him back today, even with the persistent high fever, he still had to bring him to see Xiao Yan...
If it were towards adults, it could be considered a pitiful tactic, at least to gain sympathy, but doing this for a child as young as Xiao Ang, is it really necessary?
Yin Shixiu leaned on her legs, closed his eyes, and even he himself felt his eyelids were terribly hot.
Holding Su Xiaomeng's hand in his palm, he murmured,
"Give me some more time... our son, it's impossible to give him to someone else."
