"Don't..." Han Yi's voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable. He had no strength in his body, and even speaking seemed to drain him of his energy.
Han Jiaojiao hurriedly helped him sit up and stuffed several pillows behind his back before saying, "Brother, what do you want to say? … I'll go get you a glass of water."
Han Yi grabbed Han Jiaojiao's hand, weakly but firmly.
"Don't cry, baby..."
Hearing Han Yi's voice, so hoarse it was nearly indistinguishable, Han Jiaojiao's tears fell even faster. When had she ever seen Han Yi looking so frail?
Her tears poured down as she sobbed, "You scared me to death, do you know that? … Brother, don't scare me like this again, I'm frightened..."
The sight of Han Jiaojiao's pitiable tears broke Han Yi's heart. He pulled her into his arms and comforted her, "Brother was wrong... There, there, don't cry..."