It's probably the medicine, it really stings the wound. He endures the pain, his little brows and nose scrunching up tightly.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Song Yinyin asked.
Song Dabai, afraid of worrying Mommy, immediately shook his little head like a rattle, "Not at all."
A mother knows her child best.
Seeing the little one's face so tightly scrunched, Song Yinyin knew it must really hurt.
"If it hurts a lot, you can cry. In front of Mommy, you don't have to pretend to be a big man." Song Yinyin coaxed him.
But the little guy still gritted his teeth, saying, "It doesn't hurt."
Song Yinyin's heart ached for him, so she could only dress his wound as carefully as possible. After everything was done, she cupped her son's little face and gave him a big kiss.
"Son, you were really brave today, you deserve praise!"
She gave a nod of approval on Song Dabai's forehead.
Having received praise, her son wasn't particularly happy, he puckered his lips in distress, seemingly preoccupied.
