"Mom, where's my sister?"
Everyone instinctively held their breath. Luo Yilan hesitated for a moment, then gently stroked his slightly cool face and softly replied:
"Liyue... hasn't returned yet."
Xiao Wujie's eyes flickered, and he raised his arm to lift the blanket. He saw the silver handcuffs on his wrists, but didn't react much. He struggled to sit up and get out of bed.
Luo Yilan quickly reached out and hugged him: "Sweetie, you're still sick and have a fever. You need to rest in bed."
Xiao Shuihan also wrapped the blanket around him and comforted him gently, "Son, be good, Dad will look for it for you, don't move."
Ignoring everything else, Xiao Wujie squirmed in Luo Yilan's arms, trying to get out of bed.
Xiao Shuihan gritted his teeth, suddenly pressed down on Xiao Wujie's shoulder, and pushed him back onto the bed: "Good son, listen to me, you can't go."
Xiao Wujie was powerless and unable to struggle. His eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and he forced out a voice:
"You wouldn't let me go last night, and you still won't let me go now. I told you I wanted to go see her, I can't live without her!"
Xiao Wujie's voice was hoarse and weak from illness, yet it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.
For the first time, they detected anger in Xiao Wujie's voice.
Xiao Shuihan, who was directly facing his gaze, turned several shades paler.
Xiao Wujie sat weakly on the headboard, his body thin and frail. Anger surfaced in his bloodshot eyes, but when he saw the light drain from Xiao Shuihan's eyes, his gaze trembled.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Dad."
The anger in Xiao Wujie's eyes receded like a tide, replaced by panic and self-reproach. He shouldn't have spoken to Xiao Shuihan in that tone.
Xiao Shuihan shook his head repeatedly, forcing a smile: "It's okay, son, Dad knows you're upset, it's alright."
Putting himself in Luo Yilan's shoes, if there were no news from her, his reaction would probably be a hundred times more intense than Xiao Wujie's.
Luo Yilan gently patted Xiao Wujie's shoulder, her eyes slightly red: "Sweetie, no need to apologize. Be good, lie down, okay?"
Xiao Wujie shook his head, dazed, like a soulless puppet, his lips moving:
"No, I need to get out, let me out..."
Perhaps he had just lost his temper, for before he could finish speaking, he suddenly coughed, clutching his chest in pain, his thin waist bending uncomfortably, his tearful eyes fixed on the door.
The next second, the door was suddenly pushed open.
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