บท 755: Silence Was Perhaps the Best Form of Interaction

Gu Juexi frowned, still grieving over the news of Auntie Mao's passing. 

Ye Yuwei watched him, not saying anything. Finally, she turned to look at her son on the other side of the bed. She hopped over on one leg and sat down at the edge of the bed, then bent over to kiss her son's forehead. 

"Xicheng, it's time to get up and go back," Ye Yuwei whispered and gently stroked her son's head.

Ye Xicheng squirmed. Having just woken up, he wasn't fully conscious as he reached out to grip his mother's blouse, not wanting to wake up just yet.

Ye Yuwei gently stroked his small frame and waited.

Ye Xicheng groaned and reluctantly opened his eyes. He instinctively moved towards Ye Yuwei and fell into her arms drowsily. "Mommy."

Ye Yuwei kissed his head. "Get up, Grandma is still waiting for both of you at home. Uncle Kim will be here shortly, it's time for you to go back with him."

Ye Xicheng took a deep breath and nodded in response.