An Mubing gently patted Yan Yihan's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, go in and see him!"

Yan Yihan sniffed and exhaled deeply, she took off her glasses and stuck them on her chest, raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face, and forcibly hooked the corners of her lips, she smiled lightly at An Mubing, and replied, "Thank you for letting me see Xiao Mo."

An Mubing nodded invisibly, then gave Tong Mingfeng a look, and the two walked towards the corridor together.

Yan Yihan looked at the backs of the two of them disappearing around the corner, calmed down, and finally mustered up the courage and reached out to push open the door of the ward.

The first thing that catches your eye is a full transparent floor-to-ceiling window, allowing sunlight to shine in from the outside, making the whole room look full of life.

Passing through a short corridor, Yan Yihan came to the inside of the ward, there was a huge circular sofa on the left side, her eyes moved to the right along the glass window, on an all-white hospital bed, a little boy wearing a white and blue hospital gown, was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down, he was holding something in his hand, looking attentive.

Yan Yihan's tears flowed down, she choked her throat, and wanted to call Xiao Mo, but she couldn't make a sound.

"Miss, you are ......"

A woman dressed in a nurse's uniform and speaking Chinese came over while she was packing up.

Yan Yimo looked over when he heard the sound, and when he saw Yan Yihan not far away, his whole face changed, and his eyes gradually filled with tears.

"Little Mo ......"

Yan Yihan took a step forward, he hadn't seen him for more than a month, his whole body had lost weight, and the eyes on his small face became bigger and bigger.

Yan Yimo suddenly lay down and covered his head with a sheet.

Yan Yihan's face was stunned, and then there was a sour feeling in his heart.

The female nurse looked at Yan Yihan suspiciously, and said loudly, "May I ask who you are?"

Yan Yihan looked at the nurse in front of her, she choked up and said, "I'm Yan Yihan, Xiao Mo's sister!"

The female nurse looked back at Yan Yimo with obvious surprise on her face, and she said loudly, "Ah, it turned out to be Miss Yan, then may I ask ...... you and Mr. An"

Yan Yihan knew that An Mubing had invited four people to take care of Xiao Mo, and the nurse in front of her might be one of them, so she said lightly, "Mr. An brought me here, and he was outside the door."

As soon as the nurse heard Yan Yihan say this, she immediately showed a clear expression, and a smile appeared on her face, and she said, "Miss Yan, do you need to drink something?"

Yan Yihan shook his head, his eyes kept staring at Xiao Mo's direction.

The female nurse turned around and took a look, sighed slightly, and she whispered, "In the days when you haven't come, Xiao Mo has a bad temper, he loses his temper at every turn, and sometimes he refuses to cooperate with the treatment!"

The tears in Yan Yihan's eyes couldn't stop falling out, she felt uncomfortable, she frowned and said, "It's all my bad ......"

The female nurse whispered, "You persuade him, I'm just outside the door, call me if you need anything!"

Yan Yihan nodded, the female nurse stepped out, Yan Yihan slowly walked to the side of the bed, gently pulled down the sheets, and she whispered, "Little Mo......"

Yan Yimo didn't answer, just pulled the sheet tighter, Yan Yihan's heart hurt as if she had been run over by something, her throat was tight, she had a lot of things to say to him, but her voice was stuck in her throat, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't say it.

He covered the quilt over his head and didn't move, Yan Yihan stood by the bedside, letting the tears run down her cheeks, and she didn't move.

The two siblings seemed to be testing their endurance, and they refused to admit defeat.

I don't know how long she stood there, when Yan Yihan's blurred eyes saw the slight twitch under the sheet, she said in a dumb voice, "Xiao Mo, I'm sorry, my sister is late......"

The person under the sheet froze visibly, and after a while, he muffled, "You go, I don't want to see you!"

Yan Yihan's eyes were hot, she instinctively pulled the sheet, and said loudly, "Xiao Mo, I know it's all my sister's bad, can you forgive me?"

Yan Yimo suddenly shook off the sheets, sat up straight and looked at Yan Yihan, his little face full of tears wrinkled together, his lips were pale, and he didn't say anything.

Yan Yihan looked at him distressedly and wanted to reach out to hold his hand, but he threw him away.

"Little Mo ......"

Yan Yihan's grievances in her heart couldn't be said to a seven-year-old child, no matter how much she endured, she could only carry it alone, looking at Xiao Mo in front of her with a resentful look, she suddenly felt that this was God's retribution for her betraying her body, everything she did for him, everything she sacrificed, in exchange for his incomprehension.

Yan Yimo looked at Yan Yihan without blinking, slowly picked up the handheld game console under the sheet, and he said loudly, "Sister, why haven't you come to see Xiao Mo for so long? I thought you didn't want me anymore? Do you know that Xiao Mo misses you very much? Do you know that when I miss you, I can only play this game console? Sister......

Every word he said was like a nail to her heart, she covered her chest in pain, looked at Yan Yimo, she could only say three words, "I'm sorry......"

Yan Yimo leaned forward, reached out and grabbed Yan Yihan's cold hand, his voice was soft, and he said, "These days, I'm angry with my sister every day, I swear that when you come to see me, I will definitely ignore you, but ...... Why is Xiao Mo's heart so uncomfortable when he sees his sister crying?"

Yan Yimo stared at Yan Yihan with big eyes, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly disappear.