"I don't hate mother, not at all." Qiao Dami said as he turned to look at the lying Zhuang Luhe in the sickroom, his eyes welled up with tears.
"Good boy." Qiao Xiaomai patted his little head, "Go, say a few words to your mother, she can hear you."
Upon hearing her words, Qiao Dami jumped off Qiao Xiaomai's lap and crawled onto the bed in two steps.
Looking at Zhuang Luhe's sallow and emaciated face, he cried harder, "Mother, wake up, don't leave me and sister... mother..."
The mournful calls made Qiao Xiaomai feel as if her heart was being tightly clenched.
She stood up and walked out of the room.
The air outside was refreshing, she opened her mouth and took a few deep breaths.
Tong Sanlang followed her out, raised his hand and patted her back, saying, "Dami is very sensible."
"But I'm torn." Qiao Xiaomai bit her lip, "She doesn't want to live, but I want her to stay."
"Dami also wants her to live, she should live, she should make up for the mistakes she made before."