The four-year-old child, with a face full of tears, finally managed to hold them back and declared in a loud voice, "Okay, good girl, Zhi'er. Mommy will also be a good girl and take her medicine. Once I'm better, we'll fly kites together!",It's obvious that he can't be killed by poison, and even if you suffocate him with your rage it won't do any good.,Push open the door and walk in, you see Qin'er, thin and small, curled up in a brocade quilt, like a flower embroidered on top, pale without a trace.。