The weather had turned cool, and Yun Mo, fearing his daughter might catch a cold, immediately draped a knitted sweater over Yun Sisi's shoulders.
Sisi pulled the sweater around her shoulders and fumbled to fasten the buttons. "Daddy, where does the cornea come from?"
"You don't want to use Song Qianqian's cornea?" He stroked his daughter's head and asked again, "Right?"
"Song Qianqian's?" Although Yun Sisi's eyes were wrapped in gauze, her frown made her discomfort quite clear. "I don't want to use hers. I don't want to have anything to do with her for the rest of my life. People with such dirty souls, filled with jealousy and malice... Using her cornea would make me feel sick."
"Don't worry." Yun Mo rubbed his daughter's head again. "It won't be Song Qianqian's. The child who donated the cornea suffered from congenital heart disease and has passed away."