Zhao Weidong paused, his Adam's apple sank, "Okay."
Zhao Xiaobei seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere between Zhao Weidong and Song Yingying. He looked at Song Yingying, then at Zhao Weidong, his little face hesitant, and he did not move.
Finally, Song Yingying waved at her.
"Xiaobei, come here." Song Yingying moved to make room for a spot on the bed. "Come up, let's sleep together."
Zhao Xiaobei no longer hesitated. He climbed onto the bed immediately and quickly lay down next to Song Yingying. His little body was straight and he didn't move at all.
Song Yingying looked at him and felt soft-hearted unconsciously.
after.
The needle was pulled out from the back of Song Yingying's hand, the lights in the room were turned off, and the entire hospital was plunged into darkness.
The night is getting darker.
It was a thrilling day, but late at night when everything was silent, it seemed as if peace had finally returned.
Song Yingying had been restless for the whole day, but she finally calmed down.
But there is one last one, and I am worried about it...
Zhao Xiaobei hasn't fallen asleep yet.
Ever since Song Yingying asked Zhao Xiaobei to lie down, the child has been sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, not moving at all.
But Song Yingying could feel that he was pretending to be asleep.
A person who is truly asleep would never have such tense body muscles.
This point is something that Song Yingying, a medical student, cannot be fooled by.
According to memory, it was not the first time they slept together every day. After Liang Yuxiu came to stay at his house, Zhao Xiaobei didn't even want to go back to the small room and wanted to sleep with Song Yingying.
Are you too nervous? Or are you not used to it?
Or was it something Zhao Xiaobei almost said before, but was interrupted by Zhao Weidong?
Song Yingying thought it was the last possibility.
Song Yingying thought about it, then slowly reached out her hand. Just as she touched Zhao Xiaobei's hand, Zhao Xiaobei was startled and his shoulders trembled nervously.
But Song Yingying's hands still gently hugged Zhao Xiaobei's body, holding him lightly in her arms.
Song Yingying didn't know how to coax a child, and she had never even interacted with a child of this age. She gently stroked Zhao Xiaobei's back with her palm out of physical instinct and subconscious maternal instinct.
A little at a time, gently soothing.
Song Yingying thought of a nursery rhyme from another world. She didn't sing the lyrics, but just hummed the tune softly.
The soft humming sound is like the romantic moonlight in the night.
Little by little, together with Song Yingying's palm, she silently caressed Zhao Xiaobei's heart.
One by one...
Soft and warm...
Zhao Xiaobei snuggled in Song Yingying's arms, as if he was back in his mother's arms.
"Mother……"
He bit his lips and murmured,
It was also from this broken voice of "Mom" that the strong fortress that Zhao Xiaobei had been holding up began to collapse, revealing a child's purest fear.
His body went from stiff and tense to slowly relaxing, and then his shoulders began to tremble and shake.
Zhao Xiaobei's little hand had tightly grasped Song Yingying's clothes at some point in the morning, and he moved closer while trembling.
"Mom...you...you don't have to die...don't...leave me..."
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