An Jie's heart ached even more, and Luomeiyan, standing beside him, also turned around and began to sob.
It seemed that the fiery pain in her throat reminded An Yueyue, and after a moment of stunned gaze, her eyes suddenly widened. No one knew where she got the strength from, but her body, which had been too weak to even lift her eyelids, suddenly became strong.
She violently threw off the quilt on her body and, looking at her bare legs, hot tears cascaded out as she held her face and wailed loudly.
Her throat hurt so much, and her crying was so hoarse, that it was completely different from her usually gentle and clear voice.
Hearing her little sister's agonized wailing, An Jie's heart hurt beyond measure, and all he could do was to hold his pampered little sister tightly and cry with her.
What exactly An Yueyue experienced during the day and night she was missing, even though she didn't say, An Jie and others could guess.
