Lu Xiaojiu had lost all her strength, weakly leaning against the wall. No, it wouldn't be Xiao Qiao.
She wouldn't just leave like this, nor would she leave so cruelly. Xiao Qiao she knew was strong, vibrant with life, with a strong will to survive; she wouldn't just die like that.
As long as there's a breath left, Xiao Qiao would live.
Lilia said, "Trust mommy."
"Okay." Wesley didn't want to ask anything, just wanted to wait for the surgery. His cold face showed no emotion, ice-cold, like the chill of Siberia.
Lilia pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing. A Special Agent pushed her closer to Wesley, she held Wesley's hand, "I'm just as worried about Xiao Qiao as you are."
She had just woken up, her spirit not very good, Wesley couldn't bear to see her sad.
"Mommy, I don't doubt you."
