"Haha, exactly."
The middle-aged woman laughed at Yu Yanyan's words, and the furrow in her brow finally eased a little.
"If it works this time too, Xiao Xiao, our family might really have to put you on an altar."
Xiao Xiao: ...
Maybe not.
"Auntie, you don't have to see us out."
Yu Yanyan waved to the middle-aged woman. "We'll be going now."
"Goodbye, Auntie."
"Goodbye, Auntie."
Xiao Xiao turned to leave.
"Goodbye, Yanyan, Xiao Xiao."
The middle-aged woman watched the two of them disappear around the corridor corner before opening the door and returning to the hospital room.
She didn't feel safe leaving the child alone.
The child's condition was still unclear, so someone needed to stay with him at all times.
If something unexpected happened while no one was by his side, that would be terrible.
Xiao Xiao and Yu Yanyan walked to the hospital entrance.
The rain had stopped.
The dark clouds had dispersed, and the sky had brightened.
The air was cool, carrying the scent of plants and damp earth.
"Sister Yanyan, are you heading home? I can take you."
Xiao Xiao looked at the woman beside him.
Yu Yanyan smiled and waved her hand. "No need."
"Where I live now isn't very far from here, and the subway's convenient."
Hearing that, Xiao Xiao didn't insist.
"Cousin, I'll bring you another box of pastries tomorrow."
The box of pastries they'd brought today had been left in An An's hospital room.
"Uh."
The sudden change of subject caught the woman off guard.
Then the corners of her lips lifted, and her eyes curved into a smile. "There's no need. Once was more than enough trouble."
"Why would there be a second time?"
"If I want some, I'll go to the Xiao Family Teahouse myself."