Little Hong frowned unhappily.
"Why are you yelling? If I don't give him the medicine, he keeps crying. How am I supposed to escape?"
Ke Yong was anxious: "You could have coaxed him to sleep early. No matter what, you shouldn't have drugged him. This is bad. How long has he been asleep?"
Little Hong retorted irritably: "Not long, just four hours. You speak so lightly. If I don't give him medicine and something happens on the road, whose fault would it be?"
With that, she sat angrily on the stool.
She seemed to blame Ke Yong for not understanding her struggles. He made her hold the child in fear along the way, and now blamed her.
Ke Yong placed the child on the bed and rubbed the baby's small hands back and forth.
His urgent voice came: "Why are this child's hands so cold!"
