Nan Mochen carried Nan Moxin on his back, running forward; the road was too narrow, and the car couldn't get in. He had to run outside to find a car.
Along the way, he kept shouting, "Little Watermelon, Little Watermelon..."
The childhood nickname sounded so touching at this moment.
"Brother, brother..."
Nan Moxin weakly responded, but her consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, as if a giant black hole wanted to suck her in.
She was about to collapse. So sleepy...
"Little Watermelon, don't sleep, please don't sleep... Brother begs you!" Nan Mochen choked up. Although he didn't understand what mommy meant, he knew it had to be very, very important! It concerned Little Watermelon's life!
"Brother, brother, I love you..." Nan Moxin smiled weakly, her voice getting softer.
"Brother loves you too. We all love you! You mustn't sleep, hang in there. For brother, you have to hang in there!"
"Okay..."
But eventually, she still fell into sleep.
