"Song Ma, you quickly take Xia'an back to the room. I think she's a little unconscious now." Lu Qichen said to Song Ma almost indifferently.

Xia'an is still immersed in surprise and sadness. She is oblivious to the sound around her. When Song Ma Lai leads her away, she also looks numb, completely like a puppet with a string.

Song Ma holds Xia'an's hand, but she finds that Xia'an's hand is icy. She feels distressed and tighter, hoping to bring a little warmth to Xia'an.

"An'an, Xiaoxiao will be OK. Our family will surely be saved from danger because of its great fortune. The young master said those words in a hurry. Don't continue to think about it. You don't have to eat or drink for two days. Can I make you something you like?" Song Ma looked at Xia'an's pale, frail and shaky, and tears flashed in her eyes.

Xia'an has no response at all. Song Ma has stopped, but she still bumps straight forward. Seeing that she is about to hit the wall, Song Ma grabs Xia'an.

She shook Shane's arm hard, trying to get her out of a trance, "Ann?" Xia'an such a state of mind does not belong to really let her worry, she is afraid that smile has not been found back, Xia'an will fall first.

At this time, Xia'an slowly regained consciousness. Looking at the worried look on Song Ma's face, she managed to squeeze out an ugly smile. The smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes. Instead, she was stained with heavy haze.

"I'm ok, Song Ma. You don't have to worry about me. I also believe that Xiaoxiao will be OK. Xiaoxiao is such a good child, and God will protect her." Xia'an seems to be talking to Song Ma and to herself.

"Yes, God will help us smile." After Song Ma sent Xia'an back to her room, she was really worried about her current state. She wanted to stay in the room with Xia'an, but Xia'an insisted on staying alone in the room.

"Song Ma, I want to be quiet by myself. Don't worry about me. I won't do stupid things. Go out first." Xia an's voice even with a plea, she was afraid of the next second, she would not help crying out.

Song Ma left Xia'an's bedroom one step and three times.

In the hallway.

"Zhang Lu, you were shocked by what An'an did to you just now. I want to apologize to you. I hope you can not blame An'an. She is now upset because she is losing her smile. I hope you can forgive her." Lu Qichen sincerely apologizes to Zhang Lu instead of Xia'an, and his tone is full of sincerity.

Zhang Lu never dreamed that Lu Qichen would speak to her sincerely, without indifference or disdain. Her heart seemed to be boiling in boiling water, and her face was flushed with excitement.

She nodded repeatedly, "I can understand Xia'an, she certainly didn't mean to, just too worried to smile, will make such a move for a while, I don't blame her." Zhang Lu was sensible and said to Lu Qichen that there seemed to be no mustard on his face.

"Thank you for your understanding. It would be nice if Ann had half of your understanding, alas." Lu Qichen's face showed regret, and his words were dissatisfied with Xia Anming.

Zhang Lu was so happy that she thought she had won Lu Qichen's favor. She could hardly hide the pride in her eyes, and her mouth was slightly cocked up.

Xia'an, Xia'an, you made it yourself. No wonder she did. However, Zhang Lu spent so much effort to make herself occupy a place in Lu Qichen's heart. In her heart, she almost set off fireworks to celebrate.

After noon, song's mother saw that Xia'an had not come down for lunch, so she could not help worrying. In the past two days, Xia'an did not eat anything. How could her body bear to go on like this?

Song Ma quietly went upstairs and gently knocked on the door of Xia'an's bedroom. However, after a long time, there was no movement. She was a little flustered. She had a bad premonition in her mind. She didn't care much about it for a while and pushed the door open.

As soon as she opened the door, song's mother looked at the direction of the bed. She saw Xia an lying on the bed peacefully in front of her. The stone in her heart fell to the ground. However, as soon as she stepped forward, she found something wrong.

Xia'an's face was suffused with abnormal redness, but her lips were pale and dry, even with dry skin. Under her eyes, she was also green and black. Song Ma Gang's heart immediately hung high. She ran to the bedside, and her feet even staggered in a panic, and almost fell down.

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"An'an, An'an..." Song's mother called Xia an more and more loudly. Xia Ancai slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were full of confusion, as if she did not know where she was for a moment. After several seconds, her eyes slowly focused.

"Song Ma, what's the matter?" Xia an asked blankly, as if she didn't understand the intense uneasiness and anxiety in Song Ma's tone.

Song Ma didn't answer Xia'an in a hurry. Instead, she put her hand on Xia'an's forehead and carefully felt the temperature from her palms. However, after half an hour, Song Ma was shocked.

"You child, do you know that you are suffering from a high fever now? I know you feel bad, but you can't spoil your body like this." Song Ma's eyes are full of sadness and heartache.

"No wonder I said how dizzy Xia an smiles carelessly, and the expression on her face is almost playful.Song's mother was worried about the fragmentary reading, but her hand movements were very agile. She quickly found a thermometer and antipyretic medicine. Within a moment, she brought a cup of boiling boiling water still steaming hot.

"Ann, come on, raise your arm and measure the burn." Song Ma was afraid that she could not measure the exact temperature with her hands, so she still wanted to measure it again with a thermometer.

"You see you are so grown-up, you still have to worry about me." Song's mother scolded her incessantly, but the warmth of her words made her eyes wet.

Xia an obediently raised her hand and took her temperature. Looking at the Song Ma in front of her, her eyebrows were worried and frowned. Even for a moment, she had an illusion that Song Ma was her mother. At the moment, Song Ma's body seemed to exude the breath of maternal love, which was the warmth Xia an had never felt.

If only Song Ma was really her mother, Xia an thought in a trance. In her memory, the person she called her own mother had never given her any love, and she didn't know how maternal love should look.

What she felt from the so-called mother was a feeling of resentment. Yes, her mother not only did not love her, but also hated her. How sad!