In the Lei Family's back garden, under the sunlight, Shen Xiaoman sat on a comfortable soft couch wearing a thick white coat. Her complexion was paler than the coat. Beside her were Shen Bingqing and Shen Yujie, the two sisters. Ever since Shen Xiaoman fell ill, the sisters seemed to have realized something. They no longer made noisy disturbances like before. Most of the time, they sat quietly beside Shen Xiaoman, tightly clutching her hand, unwilling to leave even for a moment, as if their most beloved mommy might suddenly disappear.
"Mommy, are you very sick?" Shen Bingqing pressed her little face against Shen Xiaoman's hand, her big eyes filled with worry.
"Why does Qingqing say that?"
"Because... every time I see Daddy crying, Mommy is sick. Qingqing saw Daddy making medicine while shedding tears... He even lied to Qingqing, saying it was just sand in his eyes. But Qingqing knows there's no sand in the kitchen..."
