Yun Xiangxiang had never experienced such pain and suffering in her entire life.
Every second that passed was like an invisible knife slashing at the softest part of her heart.
As time passed, the sun grew hotter. The anxiety in her heart made her unable to feel the changes in the surrounding temperature. Yu You pulled Yun Xiangxiang, who seemed to have lost her soul, aside and held up a parasol for her.
About two hours later, song Mian carried the unconscious Liuliu out and carried him back to the RV.
The mosquito bite on the back of Liuliu’s neck was bandaged. He fell asleep quietly. Yun Xiangxiang looked at her son’s small appearance and felt that he was extremely weak.
“Liuliu, he’s fine... right?”Yun Xiangxiang looked at Liuliu without blinking for a long time. She looked at his small chest that was rising and falling, then asked Song Mian in a hoarse voice.