Little Nuomi is most afraid of pain. Every time she was sick and needed an injection, both she and Lu Yin would need to coax and hold her before she would obediently listen.
Now that she is injured, her mom isn't by her side.
How aggrieved she must feel.
Qiao An couldn't bear to think further, the more she thought about it, the more her heart ached.
She shook off Mu Jingxi's hand and raised her voice, "Xia Lin, let's go!"
Xia Lin knew she was angry and could only nod slightly to Mu Jingxi and then leave with her.
Mu Jingxi frowned deeply and quickly followed them, wrapping his arms around the storming Qiao An from behind, "Qiao An, what time is it now? Even if you go now, Little Nuomi has already rested. Do you want to wake her up?"
"I want to see her!"
"Qiao An, you are too tired, you need to rest."
Rushing back and forth, by the time she returned to the base, it was almost dawn, and she had no time to properly rest.
