"Little one..." she struggled to sit up, "You just have to be good...wait, wait until mother's illness is better..." Her voice trailed off, for how could her illness ever get better,Xie Shuning was struck dumb with shock, her heart aching fiercely. Tears streamed down her face, soaking straight onto Wen Xueluo's clothes.,The weather was fine, with a gentle spring breeze.。