Jing Yuan had been asleep for several days, wandering in a dark haze. She didn't know where the end or the exit was. At this time, she thought she heard a voice. She followed it and saw a light, gradually moving closer. The voice became clearer and clearer to her.
"Peng'er, go home, take a shower, and eat something. You can't keep going like this." Mrs. Jing looked at her son, who had hardly taken care of himself for days. At a glance, one might mistake Jing Yuan for his wife rather than his sister. He had already gone above and beyond as a brother.
But no matter how many times she said it, he just wouldn't listen. It irritated her even more, and she didn't know what to do to get him to treat her like he used to.
"Peng'er, say something. Will you talk to mommy? Fine, if you don't want to talk to me, can you go home, take a bath, and get some sleep? I'll keep watch here." Mrs. Jing stepped back.