She was no doctor, powerless to help. She could only sit helplessly by his bedside, sighing at the cruel twists of fate and praying silently that things wouldn't get any worse.,Chu Ying did not say a word, she just lay there quietly, feeling the warmth of the woman's embrace.,A four-year-old child cannot possibly have any coherent memories or conscious judgments. All they can retrieve in their mind is a collection of fragmented images.。