Meng Xi'er forced a nod, her smile a bit weak. Whenever it had to do with Meng Zichen, she became particularly vulnerable. That child was her life, she couldn't imagine what would become of her if she lost him.
Meng Xi'er chatted with Mo Sinian outside for a while, then re-entered the ward. Meng Zichen had eaten well and looked spirited as he was playing games on her phone.
Meng Xi'er walked over, looked at him play for a while, and upon seeing him look a bit fatigued, gently said, "Baby, it's getting late, it's time to sleep."
Meng Zichen obediently exited the game and handed the phone to Meng Xi'er. He crawled into his blankets, his big eyes focused on Meng Xi'er.
"Mommy, am I very sick?"
Perhaps noticing the concern on Meng Xi'er's face for several days, a grim guess formed in Meng Zichen's young mind.