Leng Ziqing suddenly burst into tears and hugged Bai Qingzhu.
"Auntie, I don't want to go anywhere; I just want to stay with my mommy. You're a doctor, please tell me, when will my mommy wake up? I don't want to lose her."
Listening to the child, Bai Qingzhu's heart ached deeply.
"Don't be sad, your mommy will definitely wake up."
"But I can't wait, I want her to wake up now, to talk to me, or even if she just listens while I talk."
Leng Ziqing is a sensitive little girl. Before, her happiness seemed genuine, but it was just so people wouldn't worry about her.
But now, she can't pretend anymore; she only wants her mom.
Bai Qingzhu didn't know what words to use to comfort her.
Leng Ziqing saw she wasn't speaking and looked up at her, "Auntie, don't even you know when my mommy will wake up? Will she never wake up in her lifetime?"
