Lu Huai'an lowered his gaze, then raised it again, looking towards the direction of the bathroom, before turning his gaze to Qi Ming sitting in front of him.
"Mom has a baby in her belly now, I guess it's a sister, and you should like her too. This time, I will be good to her, very good, and won't let her be alone."
His voice was low and hoarse, as if something was caught in his throat. The faint taste of blood spread to his taste buds, and he realized that the thing blocking his throat, making even the utterance of a syllable so difficult, was blood.
Qi Ming understood Lu Huai'an's words; he was actually happy.
Though Mom spent most of her time with him, he still felt lonely. He missed Jiang Jiang and also An Ge.
But after the happiness, his bright eyes dimmed again, "But... but Mom isn't happy here."
Even a five-year-old child could sense it, and Lu Huai'an was certainly clear about it.
