"I'm not sick, I'm not sick... Those medicines taste horrible, and the injections hurt so much. I don't want injections, and I don't want to take medicine. But there are so many of them, they hold me down, I can't move... I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."
She trembled violently in his arms, her plaintive sobs gradually growing louder, and she cried out in her nightmare.
The man held her tightly, speaking in a low, husky voice, "It's okay now, it's okay."
"Wah... I'm so sad, really so sad..."
"No, you won't be sad anymore."
"Sob..."
"Shh, don't cry, Yiyi, don't cry..."
"Big brother, big brother..."
Suddenly, Tang Yige yanked the blanket off herself, stretched out her trembling arms, and fiercely wrapped them around the man's neck, hugging him with all her strength.
Her damp little face was pressed closely against his warm cheek, rubbing anxiously.
Her tear-filled eyes remained tightly shut, her thick lashes wet with tears, sticking together in clumps.
