Xiaoxin was such a little child, and yet he was seriously ill. Back when things were financially tight, he had to stay in a regular ward—a place so noisy all day long that even a normal rest could not be guaranteed.
As for food, clothing, and daily necessities, in order to save money for his medical treatment, she could only provide him with whatever she could barely afford, which in truth was extremely crude.
Yet Xiaoxin was so good, so sensible. He had never complained, nor had he ever grumbled; instead, he comforted and understood her.
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