How much harm must one have suffered to become so ill that they are bedridden and constantly vigilant towards outsiders?
Especially them, who are also among the outsiders.
Xiao Shuihan felt a trembling pain in his chest. Facing Xiao Wujie, who was like a frightened little beast, he suppressed the bitterness in his heart and spoke in a trembling, hoarse voice:
“Child, don’t be afraid, we just came to see you.”
He had no face to blame his son.
They lost him for twenty years and never gave him a shred of warmth. He didn't even complain about hating them, let alone resenting them.
But it hurts so much.
Seeing their child suffering from illness, they felt helpless.
She only wanted to get closer to him, but it aroused his wariness.
This is like having your heart broken and then being put on the hot seat for a couple who love their child.
When Xiao Wujie met their slightly reddened eyes, his pupils contracted instantly, and his wariness receded like the tide, turning into bewilderment.
He didn't do it on purpose.
He could never be completely relaxed with anyone other than Chu Liyue.
He would instinctively become wary, especially when faced with unfamiliar presences.
Burned by the heartbroken looks in Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan's eyes, Xiao Wujie's gaze darted away in panic, his slender fingers gripping the bedsheet tightly, and he subconsciously curled up backward.
He sensed that his actions had hurt them.
He didn't know it was them, nor did he intend to do it.
His sister wasn't there, and he was all alone; he didn't know what to do.
Luo Yilan witnessed all of his actions, and at that moment, even someone as powerful as her felt like she was about to collapse.
She wanted to love the child, but the child was afraid of her.
She didn't blame him, and she didn't want to hurt him anymore.
With a slight gritted tooth, she suddenly spoke: "Child, you know, don't you?"
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