I raised my head slightly and could see that the sky outside the window was already turning white.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Xia Lian's voice was very hoarse, and she coughed accidentally as she spoke. "Cough cough... I have to go to school."

Zhou Yu shook her head without speaking, her tired eyes bloodshot.

"I've called a day off for you. You can just stay home and rest."

Xia Lian felt a little dizzy, but she could still vaguely hear her mother's words.

So I was sick.

Relieved, Xia Lian's chest rose and fell gently with her breath.

I can take a day off now.

She closed her eyes and rested for a while until Zhou Yu brought back a bowl of steaming hot water to the bedside and carefully blew on it a few times.

Xia Lian was gently helped to sit up and met her mother's tender gaze.

"Come on, open your mouth, ah—"

Xia Lian obediently opened her mouth, and the next second, a half-hot soup spoon was fed into her mouth. But when she tasted the liquid in the spoon, her eyes, which were not very bright, widened slightly.

This bowl of water is very sweet.

Zhou Yu kept feeding Xia Lian slowly, one bite after another, until the last bite was in her mouth, and Xia Lian was still a little reluctant to stop.

After finishing the bowl of sweet water, Xia Lian lay back on the bed, satisfied.

Zhou Yu stroked her head, threw the bag of cold medicine into the trash can, her eyes filled with worry, self-blame, and a strange sense of grievance, as if she were the one who was sick.

Xia Lian was puzzled and wanted to speak, but she couldn't muster the strength.

You can rest for a day and also enjoy delicious hot water.

It's sweet, hot, and delicious.

Suddenly I realize that being sick is actually quite nice.

But why is Mom so sad?

Xia Lian slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep with this absurd thought.