Bai Zhi's eyelids were heavy, and she couldn't help but want to close her eyes.
"Xingxing, what's wrong? Tell Mommy, what's wrong?"
Ye Xiu forcefully spoke out, and her hoarse voice finally grew louder.
The teachers accompanying her were all stunned. It was Ye Xiu's daughter?
They all knew Ye Xiu had a family with sons and daughters, yet she devoted herself entirely to the school, always treating the students exceptionally well no matter the circumstances.
They admired her greatly—a woman who could dedicate herself to such an extent for the children, even coming back to school to give extra lessons during the holidays, with her family's support.
But now, they were unsure if this was really for the best. Her own daughter was ill, and she had been oblivious. If she hadn't run into Ye Xiu, would she have ever found out?
"I'm fine, don't cry. For me, there's no need."
I am not your child.
"Xingxing, tell Mommy where it hurts. Where's the doctor? Mommy will go ask him."
