Little Xixi thought vaguely, if mom were alive, she would also be happy.
Her eyelids grew heavier, and Little Xixi sank into darkness—
...
In the end, the one who survived was Little Xixi.
She sat dazedly on the hospital bed, the smell of disinfectant strong in her nose, her delicate pale face wrapped with a thick layer of gauze around her eyes.
The nurse said, she had a head injury from the car accident and was temporarily blind, and she told her not to be afraid, everything would be alright.
Little Xixi asked her, "Where's mom?"
The nurse seemed to sigh, pityingly stroked her head, and left.
Terrified, Little Xixi started crying, her sobs earth-shattering.
Finally, Ning Jingshen came.
Aged significantly from the death of his beloved wife, his eyes red and swollen, he looked at his heartbroken crying daughter on the bed, a surge of misplaced anger rising, he snapped, "Stop crying! All you know is to cry! Shut your mouth!"
