Ji Qing said softly, "Baby, if your brother doesn't live with us in the future, can you accept that?"
"Why wouldn't Brother live with us?" Ji Xiaoge, though wise beyond her years, was still just a young girl of over seven.
"He has new family members."
"Are they Uncle Qin Sheng and Aunt Fu Bing?"
Ji Qing nodded.
Ji Xiaoge asked, "Can we still see Brother often in the future?"
"We should be able to."
"Then it's alright." Ji Xiaoge hugged Ji Qing. "Brother isn't well. With parents who are doctors, he'll be very happy. I also hope Mom doesn't have to work so hard and worry about Brother's illness every day."
"Baby, you only talked about our feelings. What about you?"
Ji Xiaoge hung her head, tugging at the hem of her shirt.
"Mom, if I tell you, will you think I'm a bad child?"
"You'll always be Mom's treasure, not a bad child."
