"Qiqi, if I keep sleeping, never waking up... could you take me home? I don't want to sleep here..."
Li Qiyu wiped his forehead with a towel: "Tiankong, what are you actually worried about?"
"But... baby feels so blue and sad..." Little Tianci's cheeks were flushed; he had been sick for a long time, and his body was getting weaker.
He thought that after taking medicine and getting injections, he would get better quickly.
But for a whole week, he had been continuously sick...
"Last night, I dreamed... I would never wake up again. Beautiful Qiqi kept crying, and Tiankong was very scared, scared that beautiful Qiqi would cry too much... Qiqi, it's okay if I leave, it's really okay... You and daddy will have a little baby..."
Li Qiyu's tears fell like rain.
He was only three years old and still didn't understand the true meaning of death, but he could feel the fear of it!
