"Mom, you look even weaker than when I passed away. Why are you so thin?"
Song Wenhui in front of me is really thin, much thinner than her!
Song Wenhui smiled and waved her hand, saying, "I'm fine, it's just that my old ailment has flared up again!"
Cheng Qiuqiu said, "Our mom is exhausted. She has to make paper boxes and take care of my younger brother. And my brother's condition..."
Cheng Xiao Kui asked, "How's your little brother? Tell me quickly!"
Cheng Qiu Kui sighed and said, "Don't mention it. When you left, my brother was lying in bed with bad legs, but at least he could sit up."
A few days ago, my younger brother suddenly said that his vision was blurry. We don't know what's wrong with him; we went to the hospital but the doctors couldn't find anything…
Cheng Xiao Kui hurriedly pushed open the door and entered the low-ceilinged bungalow. Because it was the kitchen, the house was really small, barely able to fit a bed, a few stacked wooden boxes, and a small square table.
Then there was no room left in the room, not even enough to turn around.
A boy was lying on the bed, and he looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old.
She walked over and waved her hand in front of the boy's eyes.
Clearly, although the boy's eyes were open, he showed no reaction whatsoever.
The boy seemed to sense someone approaching, and he said with a smile, "Sis, is that you?!"
The boy stretched his hand out into the air.
Cheng Xiao Kui held her younger brother's hand and said, "It's me, Dong Kui. I'll find a way to cure your illness!"
Lin Qiuru's voice came from outside the door, "Is this Cheng Xiaokui's house?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
