Bai Xiaoyin intervened, "Kids say ridiculous things sometimes, always something inauspicious. Chenyuan, don't take it to heart; it's too much pressure on you."
Yangyang said with firm eyes: "I'm not talking nonsense. Mom sometimes gets confused and can't take care of herself well. I'm afraid one day I'll be gone from her side."
Lu Chenyuan met Yangyang's firm and hopeful gaze but did not respond to her.
Disappointed, Yangyang pursed her lips and said contemptuously: "Uncle Lu, I'm sorry, I was thinking too much. Don't laugh at me."
Bai Xiaoyin hugged her daughter, suppressing her emotions.
Lu Chenyuan said, "Don't overthink it. The surgery will be successful. You're still young and have a long time to be with your mom."
Yangyang choked up and said, "Uncle Lu, can you stay with me when I'm having surgery? Mom will be scared waiting outside alone."
Faced with the girl's tearful eyes and pitiable, expectant tone, Lu Chenyuan's ever-cold heart melted.
