"it's me, Xiaoxiao. Do you remember?" Li's face flashed a surprise. Looking at Tang's expression, he sank again.

at this time, how could Tang Xiaoxiao be happy about this matter? He was immersed in the pain of Tang an's death, and suddenly thought of his childhood. If he were, he would rather think of it later.

Tang Xiaoxiao let go of Li Jianbei's hand, "go to see An'an with me again!"

"OK." Li Jianbei helped Tang Xiaoxiao out of the bed and went to the next ward.

looking at Tang an, who is sleeping peacefully in bed, Tang Xiaoxiao can't help crying in front of him. Ann won't like her....