Seeing Qin Xiaobao's appearance, Qin's mother felt that someone was cutting her heart with a knife, and her heart ached, so she couldn't help crying.

"Xiaobao is fine, don't cry, don't cry." Father Qin put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

"I love her dearly." Qin's mother wiped away her tears. If she could, she wished she could bear these hardships for Xiaobao.