Tang Yige clutched the fabric on Rong Sinan's shoulder with one hand and choked out, "Can you carry me over now?"
Rong Sinan's eyes were bloodshot, his black lashes lowered, not looking at Tang Yige. He picked up her hand and lightly pecked it with his thin lips, then silently lifted her and carried her to Rong Rui's bedside, gently placing her down to sit next to him.
Tang Yige climbed onto the bed, her body trembling to varying degrees, cautiously moving next to Rong Rui, and reached out to gently stroke his unnaturally pale little face.
Perhaps it was because she had cried too much.
Tang Yige looked at Rong Rui's eyes, red and dry, yet no tears fell.
Rong Sinan clenched his fists tightly, watching Tang Yige nestled closely beside Rong Rui, feeling a pain at the softest spot in his heart, as if being devoured by thousands of bugs!
...
Rong Zhengfeng and Li Li returned after seeing the doctor, and upon entering the ward, they found Yige already awake.
