Xie Shuning leaned listlessly against the window, closing her eyes against the cold wind of early spring.,The four-year-old child, with a face full of tears, finally managed to hold them back and declared in a loud voice, "Okay, good girl, Zhi'er. Mommy will also be a good girl and take her medicine. Once I'm better, we'll fly kites together!",As soon as she entered, Zhou's face was pale with shock. "Thud," she knelt down before him, crying, "The Young Master drowned..."。