As far as she could remember, her third brother never lazed in bed. But now he was quietly lying there, she could feel the lump in her throat growing larger and larger. Hot tears began to drop one by one down her face.
"Third Brother, Third Brother...." Yun Men started crying when she saw how thin Yun Hao had become.
Meng Yunhan had already picked up Little Huzi, afraid that the child would be frightened and have nightmares at night.
The sky was gradually darkening, the light from the window shining in, brightening up the dim room somewhat.
Yunhan's mother had already lit a kerosene lamp in the room.
"That's enough, you are still pregnant. Your third brother will wake up," Yunhan's mother thought of her daughter's recent near miscarriage. She was afraid that her daughter would be too upset, too saddened and that it might cause her to miscarry.