Chen Xi's smile gradually froze, turning into a hint of grievance. She bit her lip and said word by word, "Uncle... I'm not sick..."

"I never said you were sick... We just..." Yan Feng tried to find an excuse, but under Chen Xi's gaze, he couldn't come up with a lie. After hesitating for a long time, he sighed, rubbed her little head, and said, "Little Xi... be good, okay? I'll always be with you..."

The hand she reached out was tightly held by him, followed by a heart-wrenching question:

"Do you dislike me..."