When darkness enveloped the night, the Shen Residence in Fengzhou was as bright as day.
Ms. Shen Chun's worry was stuck in her chest. All the doctors that could be summoned had been summoned, but the little girl on the couch still had a feverishly red face, the high fever not subsiding.
With a lack of energy, she hung her head, her listless little hands clung around Ms. Shen Chun's neck, unwilling to let go, nestling in her embrace.
The little girl was unwell. Her head felt dizzy, and even the fragrant incense she usually loved now seemed sickeningly sweet.
She felt uncomfortable everywhere.
So uncomfortable that she wanted to vomit, but couldn't.
All she could do was sniffle petulantly due to her inability to find relief.
"Mama."
Her voice carried a clear cry-baby tone. She pouted, large tears unable to stop falling down.
Not to mention Ms. Shen Chun, everyone serving in the room felt extreme pity.
"Mama is here, always staying by Yangyang's side."
