God knows how much she loves her beauty, how proud she is of her appearance.
Toward the end of chemotherapy, her hair will fall out, she certainly cannot accept herself looking bald.
Back in the hospital room, Qiao Ran, Bo Wenze, Lu Meng, and Little Nuomi all entered the room.
Qiao An still refused to leave Mu Jingxi's embrace, unwilling to come down. Qiao Ran felt both a pang of heartache and a sense of comfort.
The comfort came from the fact that Qiao An finally had a man she could rely on.
The heartache stemmed from the endless suffering she's endured...
"Mama..." Little Nuomi grabbed Mu Jingxi's trousers with her small hand, her little head tilted high, stretching her neck, eager to see Qiao An. "Is Mama hurting? Little Nuomi can blow on it to make it better, okay?"
