"Don't worry, Mom." Jun Ye patted his mother's shoulder and walked into the bedroom.
Mrs. Yao looked at Jun Ye with a questioning gaze.
"Auntie, is there any food?" Jun Ye avoided answering directly.
They'll handle their own matters as a couple.
Mrs. Yao sighed, "There's food, come, let me serve some for you."
Jun Ye entered the bedroom alone. Just like Mrs. Yao said, the room was quiet. When someone from their parents' generation got sick, they liked to keep the windows and doors closed, resulting in somewhat stale air indoors. Jun Ye covered the door, leaving a gap to let some air in without fully locking it.
In the bed, a head was partially visible under the covers. This girl loved snuggling completely under the blankets when cold, curling her hands and feet like a shrimp, leaving only her nose exposed outside. If she was in this state, it meant she was sleeping soundly.
