Mother, son, and daughter, the three quietly looked at each other. She couldn't see her siblings clearly; her whole body was weak and boneless, unable to support herself, emaciated to the point of having skin and bones, eyes sunken, and her skin was pale and transparent from not seeing sunlight for a long time. Such a mother, even if she wakes up, joy is quickly followed by worry, because no one knows what she will face in the upcoming recovery period.
No one knows if she can return to a normal life.
An hour later, Murong Han finally couldn't hold back: "You wait here, I'll go and call them."
Murong Xue nodded, Xi Yue seemed to like the scent on her, occasionally turning to look at her, and with feeble hands, softly stroking her, with curiosity akin to a baby perceiving the world. Were it not for the adult wisdom in her eyes, she might have treated her as a newborn.
