Si Nan held her tightly, watching her weak breathing, his eyes burned with pain, his throat felt as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade, aching.
Rong Rui was speaking nonstop, and now he was clearly parched.
Si Nan looked at his son indulgently, then picked up Tang Yige horizontally and walked out of the bathroom.
Rong Rui followed out like a little tail.
Zhang Lan initially planned to follow them out, but her eyes caught sight of the shattered rinsing cup on the floor and scattered toiletries, so she stayed behind to clean up the bathroom.
...
Si Nan gently placed Tang Yige on the bed, his movements as careful as placing a fragile treasure.
Rong Rui lay by the foot of the bed, staring at Tang Yige intently, his eyes filled with worry.
After her emotional outburst, Tang Yige lay on the bed, quiet as if she did not exist.
Si Nan sat on the edge of the bed, holding Tang Yige's hand, and upon closer inspection, Si Nan's hand was slightly trembling.
