Afterwards, the entire living room fell into endless silence—
Song Song kept her eyes on the little red face of Bao Bei, watching the time tick by, until his face gradually faded from its flush, and she finally felt she could breathe a little easier.
Although she had told him "it's okay" earlier, she was actually extremely worried inside.
While it's inevitable for children to get sick, Bao Bei had always given her the impression of being full of life, never seen him so weak.
At this moment, Bao Bei turned over, and Song Song thought he was about to wake up, reaching out to pick him up—
But she saw him find a comfortable position and continue sleeping, instantly making her hand freeze awkwardly in mid-air.
Song Song glanced at the man sitting beside her and noticed that his gaze never left Bao Bei. She thought he must be very worried, after all, Bao Bei is his child, how could a close blood relative being sick not disrupt one's mind.
