She saw her tears had soaked Ling Yunshu's clothes, dropped her gaze, her voice hoarse and tinged with a hint of apology, "Sis, I'm sorry for wetting your clothes."
Ling Yunshu had been silently accompanying her until her emotions finally calmed down. Hearing her words, she couldn't help but shake her head and gave a light laugh, "Silly girl, it's nothing. What about you? Are you feeling any better now?"
Ling Chuxia moved away from Ling Yunshu's embrace, still struggling to breathe comfortably. She sniffled and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "I'm fine now, Sis. You don't have to worry."
Ling Yunshu finally let out a slight sigh of relief. She got up and went to the bathroom attached to the ward. When she came out, she held a towel in her hand.
She sat down again by the bed, reached out her hand, and gently wiped away the tear stains on Ling Chuxia's face, "Look at you, crying until you look like a calico cat, your eyes all swollen."
