With arms wide open, her baby voice tinged with sobs, "Uncle, hug~"
Seeing the thick gauze wrapped around her head, faintly streaked with blood, Mu Jingxi's heart uncontrollably began to ache.
He quickly stepped forward and carefully held her in his arms, "Little Nuomi, are you okay?"
The little one trembled in his embrace, large tears falling drop by drop.
Mu Jingxi bent down, his heart aching immeasurably, gently cradling her face, wiping away her tears with the pads of his fingers, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Head hurts…"
Lu Yin took a flight back to A Country this morning, and Little Nuomi went with Lu Meng to see him off. On the way back from the airport, they had a car accident.
Lu Meng was still in the operating room for emergency treatment, her life hanging in the balance.
Compared with Lu Meng, Little Nuomi's condition was considered light.
She had a broken head, a mild concussion, and multiple soft tissue contusions throughout her body.
