Gerry, a resolute tough guy, almost broke into tears when he saw Yijun like this.
He squatted down, looked Yijun in the eye: "She will wake up soon, trust what Uncle says."
Yijun's eyes glistened with tears, choked up: "I trust Uncle Dragonfly."
Two lines of tears slipped down Yijun's small cheeks, Gerry gently wiped them away with the back of his hand.
His tone was very kind: "Don't cry, Mom and Dad don't like you being this fragile."
Some people, when comforted at their saddest moments, only cry even harder.
Yijun could still control himself a bit, but upon hearing what Gerry said, he suddenly burst out crying.
"I don't have a dad... I only have mom, no dad, Dad abandoned me and Mom... I hate Dad..."
Gerry's heart hurt fiercely.
Jiajia hates him, and his son hates him too...
"Oh dear, he's crying so sadly, I'm feeling..." Zhu Luying saw Yijun crying so heartbreakingly, she couldn't help but cry too, constantly wiping her tears.
