Ji Dong sat in the hospital room, staring at the volume of the IV drip, while the lying Xiao'ai blinked at him.
Ji Dong pulled out a transparent little bag from his pocket, inside was the rock candy Xiao'ai always liked.
"Xiao'ai, do you want some rock candy?"
Xiao'ai obediently nodded her head.
The sick Xiao'ai was exceptionally well-behaved and developed a lot of dependency on the person taking care of her.
Ji Dong sat close by, sometimes worried that the drip might be uncomfortably cold for the child, he would warm it up a bit with the heat of his palm.
Xiao'ai's little hand quietly reached out towards Ji Dong.
Seeing the small hand reaching out to him, Ji Dong looked up at Xiao'ai and naturally covered her small hand with his larger one.
He smiled gently at the little girl, "What's wrong? Are you in pain, or is there something you want?"