When the hour of si arrived, the four little ones woke up, and An Jing held them, both crying and laughing.
Xiao Changyi wrapped An Jing and the four little ones in his arms, and for once, his usually cold eyes also brimmed with tears.
"Mother, don't cry... don't cry..." The four little ones still had a slight fever, all appearing quite weak, but they each reached out their little hands to help An Jing wipe her tears.
"Mm-hmm, Mother won't cry... Mother won't cry..." Although she responded with a smile, An Jing's tears fell faster and faster. Finally, she collapsed, crying out, "You all scared Mother to death..."
"Mother, don't cry, don't cry..." Seeing An Jing cry like this, the four little ones were all anxiously comforting her, their little hands busily wiping her tears.
An Jing felt both tender and terrified inside. Thankfully, the children were alright... Thankfully, they were fine...
"Mother, it hurts..." Suddenly, little An Yiyun let out a pained whimper.
