Heart and Eyes Are Filled With Her

Hearing this, Heng Yi gently held Han Qiao's hand and placed it over his heart.

He nodded slightly.

When she lowered her eyes, her eyes were moist.

For so many years, Heng Yi had never felt weak.

He didn't feel much pain even when the tiger scratched him a few times.

However, at this moment, Han Qiao held his hand and said a few gentle words, making him suddenly want to cry.

"Alright, I agree!"

When the medicine was ready, Han Qiao told Heng Yi to take the medicine and go to sleep.

Han Qiao still washed, dried, and folded his clothes.

She had to worry about Heng Yi's fever from time to time, so she stayed up for half the night.

Heng Yi did have a fever in the middle of the night. Han Qiao fed him medicine and wiped his sweat.

The three children were worried that Heng Yi wouldn't be able to hold on.

"Xiu, Yi, go to sleep. I'll watch over your Fifth Uncle Heng."

"Mother…"

"Go!"