Looking at her daughter lying on the bed, Ling Xiaoyue felt as though a knife was being twisted in her heart. She had become extremely thin and her hair was falling out. The pain from the chemotherapy made her frown constantly. Her tiny mouth constantly emitted painful groans. Yin.
Ling Xiao Yue reached out her hand to gently caress her petite face. That cute and handsome face was constantly filled with pain. Ling Xiao Yue gently rubbed her brows and probed her body temperature.
As someone walked in behind her, Ling Xiao Yue turned to look. It was Lei Yunze.
"You have to take care of yourself too." When Lei Yunze saw that more than half of the lunch was left outside, he let out a soft sigh.