Su Yi Jing also didn't speak, she just clung tightly to her father Xiao Changyi, not wanting to let him go.
Xiao Changyi, fighting back the heartache, gently patted Su Yi Jing's little head, and soothed her with a particularly soft voice, "Dad is just going out for a bit, I'll be back soon."
Su Yi Jing said nothing, only hugged Xiao Changyi even tighter, still shaking her little head in his arms, clearly not buying his words, afraid that Xiao Changyi didn't want her anymore, that he would leave again.
"Look, your mom is still here, dad's not lying to you," Xiao Changyi said in a good-natured tone.
Following the direction of Xiao Changyi's pointing finger, Su Yi Jing looked over to see her mother An Jing still lying on the bed, looking like she wasn't going anywhere. At first, she blinked blankly a few times, then slowly let go of Xiao Changyi, no longer clinging to him.
But as she lay back on the bed, one small hand firmly clutched at An Jing's clothes.
