Little Meow pursed her lips and squinted with her big, dark eyes. She glanced this way and that, but felt a sharp pain in her head. Her eyelids were heavy and she was drowsy. Their calls buzzed around in her ears, making her head pound even more. Her little face was creased with frustration.,Although reluctantly, they all gradually left the ward.,"No, I'm still holding him." 阮林氏 refused, lowering her head to look at the little grandson with wide eyes that kept gazing up at her. Her heart ached, and she couldn't help but think of how sick he had been a few days ago. Tears welled up in her eyes.。