"Mommy is fine, mommy is just recovering from an illness, her body hasn't fully recovered, her spirit is somewhat weak, so she's more prone to sleep, she'll be better after some time." Jun Moyan reassured.
The little one nodded, feeling less afraid.
Worried about Wen Xiao'ai, Feng Liyan came back at noon and saw the father and son guarding the sleeping Wen Xiao'ai, both with troubled expressions.
Feng Liyan asked the little one if he had eaten lunch. The little one didn't answer, looked at him, then turned back to Wen Xiao'ai with a pout, his eyes red with suppressed tears, seeming like he might cry any second.
Seeing how worried the father and son were, probably unable to eat lunch, Feng Liyan sighed softly, then took Wen Xiao'ai's hand.
It looked like he was taking Wen Xiao'ai's pulse, but he was secretly transmitting some spiritual power to her.
