Chapter 1617: The Little Monster Cries Whenever She's Not Sleeping

Feng Fuce’s tone was calm: “We won’t abandon her, at least her mother will certainly love her and take care of her.”

Fen Linxing was silent.

He lifted his gaze again, looking at the little baby inside the glass incubator.

So tiny, her cheeks pale enough to see faint fuzz.

“So fragile,” Fen Linxing suddenly said.

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: “What?”

Fen Linxing said: “For humans, she’s so small and doesn’t have the ability to survive independently, so someone must love her to take care of her, otherwise she wouldn’t make it.”

“So, mortals are too fragile. Living things that depend entirely on love to exist are not everlasting.”

Now it was Feng Fuce’s turn to be silent.

He seriously pondered, thinking how his son had always pulled himself away from emotions since he was young.

Is he really missing that part of emotional connection?

Bai Zhi’er sat in the car waiting.

About 30 minutes later, Feng Fuce came back holding Fen Linxing.

Bai Zhi’er patted her son’s head, smiled warmly, and asked, “Have you seen the little sister? Is she sleeping sweetly?”

Fen Linxing snuggled into his mother’s arms, resting with closed eyes: “That little monster cries whenever she’s not asleep.”

Bai Zhi’er was taken aback and then chuckled.

She pinched her son’s nose-tip: “Don’t call her a little monster; she’s so cute. We’ll visit her again tomorrow.”

Coincidentally, they were also planning to visit Tang Qian tomorrow.

After all, Tang Qian was a guest on a variety show, and if they could join the crew together, it would be much easier to approach Master Hui Zhen and that singer.

Upon hearing Bai Zhi’er’s words, Fen Linxing couldn’t help but hum in agreement.

“Alright, I’ll reluctantly go see her again.”

Feng Fuce glanced back at his son, pondering whether Fen Linxing’s hard mouth but soft heart was inherited from him.

The car moved like a shadow, driving towards the hotel in the dark of night.

The next day, the rain stopped, and the weather cleared up.

Bai Zhi’er’s family carried fruit and milk, returning to the hospital to visit Tang Qian.

She didn’t forget to bring a fruit basket for the woman named Guan Xin as well.

Arriving outside Guan Xin’s room, Feng Fuce and Fen Linxing chose not to go in.

Bai Zhi’er entered the room alone with the fruit basket.

Tubes surrounded Guan Xin, and life-monitoring equipment was steadily functioning.

She had narrowly escaped death’s door, and her life was spared.

However, Bai Zhi’er noticed her gaze was fixed on the window, her eyes were vacant, as if she hadn’t fully recovered from the trauma.

The only one by Guan Xin’s side was her mother.

Mother Guan recognized Bai Zhi’er and quickly stood up: “You’re the kind-hearted person who helped call the ambulance yesterday, aren’t you?”

“Thank you so much! Last night, neither Xinxin’s father nor I reacted in time to thank you, but we heard you’d left by then.”

“Were it not for you, our Xinxin would have been lost. You truly are our savior! Xinxin, this is the person who saved you.”

Mother Guan addressed Guan Xin, but Guan Xin remained motionless, gazing blankly at the window.

Bai Zhi’er set the fruit basket on the table and softly said, “Auntie, there’s no need to be polite. Anyone would help in such a situation. How is Miss Guan Xin doing now?”

Mother Guan exhaled, clasped her hands, and expressed gratitude: “Thanks to the heavens and the timely ambulance call, her life was saved.”

“However, the doctors said the accident was too severe. She may need some time to fully recover, both physically and psychologically,” Mother Guan hinted.