"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Xia Pengpeng saw his lips gently moving but couldn't hear his voice.
But from the shape of his mouth, she knew what he was saying.
In an instant, tears burst from her eyes.
The burning tears fell on Mu Xingye's hand, scalding his skin and causing a painful sting, and his heart ached too!
He held her hand tightly, "Baby, don't cry, don't cry, it's all my fault."
Xia Pengpeng's tears became even more torrential.
Grasping Mu Xingye's hand back, she leaned to his ear and said, "Stop talking, I will be right here by your side, not going anywhere."
Half an hour later, Mu Xingye's condition deteriorated, and he was transferred to an isolation room!
Xia Pengpeng was fraught with anxiety.
"Wasn't that one injection supposed to work for him? Why has his condition still worsened?"
"It's because this time, Young Master Mu had an open wound, and the tiny bit of antibodies his body produced aren't enough to fight off these infections!"