Fu Xiao looked at him, pursed his lips, his eyes began to turn red, and he choked out, "I just want to see you,"

The little girl looked so pitiful. Fu Shaoyu looked at her face, his eyes gradually began to turn red, and he subconsciously turned his head away.

Fu Xiao quickly walked past him, reached the door and pushed it open.

When she saw the figure lying on the bed in the glass case, she stopped in her tracks.

She stood there looking at the woman in silence, with Fu Shaoyu standing behind her.

Quiet.

The dead water is calm.

The breathing of the two people in the room blended together.

I no longer saw her in photos, this time I really saw my mother in person.

Fu Xiao wanted to laugh, but his eyes were sore.

She wanted to cry, but the feeling of happiness overwhelmed her.

She walked over slowly, lifted the glass cover that was in the way, knelt beside the bed, and tremblingly held Fu Jingshu's extremely cold hand.

He buried his head in her arms and hugged her, trying not to make a sound, but he couldn't stop crying.

Xie Nanzhou came over and reminded in a difficult tone: "Aunt Jingshu's body cannot heat up on its own, so this cover cannot be opened for a long time..."

Fu Xiao stood up and knelt, wiped away her tears with the back of her hand awkwardly, and stretched out her hand to feel the patient's pulse, but the more anxious she became, the more her hands shook.

She clapped her shaking hands heavily.

Still no way.

She lowered her head and sobbed, tears rolling down her eyes. She pinched her hands hard but it didn't work.

Fu Xiao suddenly knelt down and lowered her head. Sobs burst out of her throat, one after another, like the whimpering of a little animal.