When the child was pushed into the chemotherapy room, he was a little silent. When he was about to enter the door, An Ruixin and others listened to him carefully asking: "Where are Dad and Mom?"

The bodyguard next to him awkwardly replied: "Mr. and Mrs. have something to do today and can’t come over. Wait a few days..."

The tall man couldn't say anything about the dimming light in the eyes of the child.

The child understood the meaning of the bodyguard, his eyes drooped slightly to cover the loss of his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Oh."

Seeing the child’s disappointment, An Ruixin twisted her eyebrows slightly. Before thinking about it, she stretched out her hand to hold the child’s cold hand, and said dumbly: “It’s okay, Miss Sister is here, Miss Sister is with you. ."

The child opened his eyes and glanced at An Ruixin when he heard the words, and slowly opened a smile: "Yeah."

In the past, An Ruixin saw the child’s smile only as cute, but at this moment, An Ruixin couldn’t stop her nose being slightly sour.

The time of chemotherapy is always long and tormenting. An Ruixin and Ji Chengze stood in front of the outdoor glass mirrors and watched the child obediently cooperate with the doctor's fiddling. They didn't cry from beginning to end.

A few hours later, when the child was pushed out again, his entire face was white, and his spirit was also melancholy.

After chemotherapy, the child still needs to hang water for a while, and the two accompany the child back to the ward.

The child at that time has completely lost his previous vitality, with a face as white as paper, comparable to the pillow on the hospital bed.

An Ruixin sat on the edge of the bed, holding the child's hand that did not have a needle, and asked in a low voice, "Is it uncomfortable?"

The child shook his head silently, trying to raise a smile, but he failed.

An Ruixin reached out and touched the child's forehead, and said in a low voice: "If you feel uncomfortable, just sleep. If you fall asleep, it won't be uncomfortable."

The child finally had a reaction when he heard the words, and tried to hold back the hand held by An Ruixin. He was full of apprehension but full of expectation and asked: "Will Miss Sister stay with me?"

An Ruixin turned her head and looked at Ji Chengze inquiringly. Ji Chengze was no longer jealous at this time, and nodded in agreement.

An Ruixin breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and coaxed: "Well, stay with you. You sleep peacefully, Miss Sister is here with you."

"Hmm." The child replied softly, slowly closing his eyes, holding An Ruixin's hand but never letting go, as if he was afraid An Ruixin would leave quietly after she fell asleep.

Yu Qian arrived at the hospital at 7 or 8 in the evening. He was stunned as soon as he walked into the ward.

My little nephew was lying quietly on the bed, with drips hanging on her hands.

Beside him, An Ruixin, who has not left, was sitting, their hands clasped tightly, unexpectedly harmonious.

On the other side of the ward, there was a man he hadn't expected. The man's gaze first fell on An Ruixin. After hearing the movement, he looked at him and nodded politely at him.

An Ruixin also noticed the movement at the door of the ward and glanced up.

After discovering that the person was Yu Qian, he cautiously took the child away by holding his hand and put it in the quilt. After that, he got up and greeted Ji Chengze and Yu Qian to leave the ward together.

The few adults who were worried that the voice disturbed the children had never noticed. The moment An Ruixin and others closed the door, a drop of tears slid from the corner of the eyes of the child who was supposed to fall asleep, and hit his pillow. On, leaving no trace.