She raised her hand gently and touched the little boy's head, secretly vowing in her heart that to give Niannian a complete family, she must stay strong and keep living.
After finishing the handcraft, a small hand suddenly rested on her forehead, then touched his own head, pondering seriously like an adult: "It seems there is no fever."
"Mom is fine."
"Then you should go to sleep." Mu Qinian pushed her outward, "Don't kick the covers off at night."
Gu Qili smiled. That seemed like her own line, she said goodnight and returned to her room.
She took a simple bath, not in the mood to do skincare, and couldn't fall asleep no matter how she tried. She lightly pressed on the position of her liver, feeling a slight pain that she used to ignore.
Actually, she should have gone for a medical check-up long ago. When her mother had surgery four years ago, she should have thought that she might also get this disease.
