He was always crying and fussing, only when he cried himself tired would he finally fall asleep.
When Qiao An arrived, Jingxing had just fallen asleep.
Lu Meng was sitting by the little bed, staring blankly at Jingxing, lost in a daze. No one knew what she was thinking. She didn't even notice when Qiao An walked up to her.
Qiao An looked at her back. She'd grown so thin that her frail shoulder blades were visible, jutting out and propping up her clothes in an abrupt way.
Frowning, Qiao An reached out and held her shoulder. The sudden touch made Lu Meng jump.
"Ah!"
She whipped her head around. Seeing that it was Qiao An, she patted her own chest, letting out a long, shaky breath. "Sis, you scared me to death."
Holding her shoulders, Qiao An felt nothing but sharp bones digging into her palms, and her heart clenched with pain. "Mengmeng, how did you lose so much weight?"
She used to be all soft and chubby, her face full of collagen.
