After thinking for a moment, he gave her the flowers.

"For me?" Shu Xiaolei took the flower and her eyes brightened. "Did you give me the meat?"

On the contrary, my aunt‘s reaction embarrassed the meat dumplings and scratched the back of his head. He nodded： "Well, give it to my aunt. The flowers are very beautiful. My aunt will get better soon."

"Thank you for the meat." Shu Xiaolei‘s eyes were red and she reached for the meat.

She couldn‘t hold him and had to stick her cheek to him.

My aunt smelled of hospital disinfectant. Although the meat dumplings were young, they felt a little like the atmosphere before parting, which made him uncomfortable.

Hiding behind Claudia, he held his dearest mommy‘s leg and refused to take another step or talk no matter how he called.

Usually, he would not be so upset.

Claudia had no choice but to appease him in a low voice.

Shu Xiaolei seemed to understand something and turned to reach out to Rowan.

Rowan hurriedly bent over to hold her finger. The cold of the fingertip made him twist his eyebrow. "Menstruation."

"I am tired and I have been out for a long time. Please take me back, just as I have something to say to you."

"Good."

"Claudia."

"Aunt."

She changed her address to make Rowan look at her after she was slightly dazed.

"You wait with the meat, it won‘t be long."

"I know, menstruation, don‘t worry."

"Rowan, let‘s go home."

"Meat, goodbye to my aunt."

The meat dumplings dallied, showing half of their heads from behind Claudia, and whispered in a low voice, "Goodbye, aunt."

"Well, goodbye." Shu Xiaolei said softly.

What they all couldn‘t think of was that the meaning of this goodbye was not goodbye, but never again.

Rowan pushed the wheelchair away until he could not see.

Only then did Claudia crouch down and embrace the small waist of the meat dumplings.

She didn‘t mean to blame the meat dumplings.

Because she knew that the meat dumplings would not be uncomfortable for no reason.

Just before she could say anything, the meat dumplings cried with a "wow".

Claudia got a fright and hugged him tightly. "What‘s wrong with meat, meat? Don‘t cry, don‘t cry."

Meat dumplings lie prone on his mother‘s shoulder, crying can‘t oneself.

Claudia coaxed him gently for a long time before he gradually stopped and sobbed.

Wiping the golden beans at the corner of his eye, she asked, "Tell mom, why are you crying?"

The meat dumplings sucked their noses and blinked. "Mom, is my aunt going to die?"

In his world, death is never seen.

Claudia listened to the meat dumplings, a surprised, subconsciously looked at Shu Xiaolei‘s hospital building.

Sometimes, children can perceive something.

"Meat, why do you ask?"

The meat dumplings shook their heads with their mouths flat and hugged her neck. "I don‘t know, Mom, I just feel as if I will never see my aunt again."

In the ward.

Rowan bent over Shu Xiaolei‘s back and legs and picked her up from the wheelchair.

After two steps, he gently put it on the bed.

Shu Xiaolei leaned against the head of the bed and watched him tuck in his quilt carefully. He took his hand with a smile. "Don‘t be busy, sit down."

Pull up the chair and he sat down beside the bed.

"Before, menstruation hugged you, now, change you hug menstruation. Menstruation is old and you have grown up."

This topic is sad and Rowan does not want to take it.

"With Wen Jing, still contact?"

"Uh－huh."

"If I give it to Wen Jing, I will rest assured." Shu Xiaolei patted Rowan on the back of his hand. "Only you should pay attention to your health."

"I know, aunt, you don‘t have to worry about me."

"Well, I don‘t worry."

In the future, I may not be able to worry about it.

Exhale a sigh of relief, Shu Xiaolei turned to look out of the window.

God, that‘s blue.

Clouds, so white.

She remembered that when she was a child, she and her sister played together on such a day and under such clouds.

"I saw your mother yesterday. Your mother is still so young and beautiful. I am old and ugly."

All of a sudden, Shu Xiaolei said infinite yearning, affectionate warmth.