No sooner had her words fallen than two streams of tears slowly trailed down An Hao's face.
"Auntie, are you crying?" Xiaoguang saw An Hao crying and jumped down from the bed, walked over, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his little hands, and then embraced her, "Auntie, don't cry! When you cry, it makes Xiaoguang sad."
Seeing Xiaoguang getting upset, An Hao quickly wiped away her own tears, "Okay. Auntie won't cry. Auntie just wanted to come and see you. I wanted to know what it was like when he left..."
An Hao started to speak but couldn't continue.
"Auntie, I was the first one rescued by the uncle. So, I'm not very clear. But my brother was rescued later; he should know." Xiaoguang said, stretching out his hand to point to the little boy lying in the hospital bed, "He's my brother, Xiaoshuan."
Once again, An Hao shifted her gaze to Xiaoshuan, who clearly had a trace of wariness in his eyes.
