"Jiayou," An Nan's eyes showed heartache as she repeatedly questioned herself inside whether it was too cruel to burden a twelve-year-old child with so much.
But this was the reality, and she couldn't change it; she could only do her best to give him a piece of the sky.
An Jiayou was very sensible, seemingly not wanting the other party to worry too much about him, he continued to hang a sweet smile on his lips and said, "Mom, don't think too much, we will definitely get through this difficulty. I'll keep you company for a walk, then we'll go back to the ward."
That night, Lin Mubai initially didn't know that An Jiayou would be staying. When his own mother was about to leave without waiting for the little guy to return, he suddenly realized, "Mom, aren't you waiting for Jiayou to go back together?"
His arm was inconvenient. Who would send the little guy back later? Could it be his wife? That was simply unthinkable.
