Ji Chicheng: "..."
His face darkened more and more. Ji Anning quickly reached out to hug his head, forcibly pressing it against her shoulder, and then gently patted his face, "Just a joke, go to sleep, be good!"
Imitating the tone he usually used with her.
After patting, she rubbed his face hard with her soft palm.
Ji Chicheng closed his eyes, curved his lips, and enjoyed it immensely.
Ji Anning watched Fenfen sleeping soundly in the sterile room, her gaze gradually becoming dazed, and the hand rubbing Ji Chicheng's face also gradually stopped.
"Uncle, do you think the child donating the cornea to Fenfen is a boy or a girl?"
Ji Chicheng replied tiredly, "I don't know."
Ji Anning sighed, "Ah, his parents, they must be heartbroken, so sad."
The pain of losing a child, unimaginable, must be worse than death.
"Our Fenfen will definitely use his eyes to see the developments and changes in the world on his behalf."
"Mm."
