Qiu Mu, however, looked up and said sensibly, "Mu'er saw that the elder sister of Aunt Zhang next door had new clothes to wear every year. They looked very beautiful. She has been wearing the same clothes for several years. Mu'er wanted her to look good too."
He stretched out his bony little hand and tugged at the hem of Qiuyue's clothes: "Sister, just make me a new dress."
"Mu'er really wants to see my sister wearing new clothes."
He pursed his lips and looked at Qiuyue expectantly. He had been coughing badly recently, and sometimes even coughed up blood. He didn't know how many days he could live, and he wanted to see what his sister looked like.
Qiuyue looked at her brother's outstretched little hand. What should have been a chubby toddler's hand now looked like the hand of a dying old man.
Her younger brother is only five years old, one year younger than Songger. He should be at the age where he should be acting like a spoiled child in his mother's arms, but he is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
That would have been fine, but God was so unfair to him, making him so seriously ill.
"Mu'er." Qiuyue hugged her brother tightly and tightly, and said with a smile: "Okay! My dear brother, I can make clothes. I also need to take care of Mu'er's illness, and there is also mother..."
Qiuyue looked at her mother and said, "Mother, I will make sure you and your brother live a good life."
Princess Pingyang saw this touching scene, but she could not empathize with it. She waved her hand and said calmly, "Let them go back first."
"Remember, find a good doctor for this child."
" yes."
The guards sent Qiuyue's mother and brother out.
After they all left, Qiuyue wiped away her tears and said, "Princess, please give me the medicine."
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