The four-year-old child, with a face full of tears, finally managed to hold them back and declared in a loud voice, "Okay, good girl, Zhi'er. Mommy will also be a good girl and take her medicine. Once I'm better, we'll fly kites together!",Xie Shuning thought of the dream she had just had, her heart was numb, gritted her teeth and said: "Go find it! Send Young Master back to his room!",Push open the door and walk in, you see Qin'er, thin and small, curled up in a brocade quilt, like a flower embroidered on top, pale without a trace.。