Yun Mo looked anxiously at his daughter on the hospital bed, unwilling to leave and ignoring the blood stains on his clothes, his eyes filled with distress.
"Dad, you should go back first."
"Amo, go back, Shanshan and I will stay."
"Mm." He agreed verbally but his gaze never strayed from Sisi, waving to Qiaoqiao and her daughter Shanshan, "I'll sit for a little while longer, just a little while."
Thus, this seated vigil stretched for another hour.
Had Qiaoqiao not urged him, Yun Mo would have planned to stay by Sisi's side indefinitely. Finally noticing the blood stains over himself, he straightened up from the chair on the left side of the bed, took off his black suit, and with reluctance glanced once more at the sleeping Sisi, "Qiaoqiao, I'll go change into clean clothes and come back. Call me immediately if there's any change in Sisi's condition."
