Fang Shiyan didn't lower his head. Because Fang Jingyao was too short, he naturally didn't notice Fang Jingyao's gaze. He just looked at Wen Yixing and asked, "How do I apply the plaster?"

Before Wen Yixing could speak, Fang Jingyao interjected, "Because Mom's arm is uncomfortable. Mom's arm is always uncomfortable when it rains, Yaoyao knows that!"

Before Fang Shiyan could speak, Fang Jingyao took the initiative to walk over, grabbed Wen Yixing's hand, and led her towards his bedroom.

Neither of the two, one big and one small, turned to look at Fang Shiyan.

Fang Jingyao's outburst improved Wen Yixing's mood considerably.

She gently placed the hot water bottle on her arm joint, and her heart felt warm as she did so.

She knew that her son was showing concern for her.

It was getting late, and it was time for Fang Jingyao to go to bed. Wen Yixing was about to talk to Fang Jingyao when she turned her head and saw her son slipping into bed like a nimble little eel.

He covered himself with the blanket, and didn't forget to remind her, "Mom, you must see a doctor."

Fang Jingyao earnestly said, "My kindergarten friend's grandmother is just like you. She suffers terribly every time it rains. My friend said that sometimes his grandmother is in so much pain that she can't get out of bed."

"Mommy, if you're feeling so sad, Yao Yao will be very sad too." As she spoke, her little voice even trembled with tears.

Seeing that Fang Jingyao's lips were trembling and he looked like he was about to cry, Wen Yixing quickly comforted him, "Okay, Mommy promises Yaoyao, Mommy will go see a doctor tomorrow, okay?"

Fang Jingyao: "Then Mom has to keep her word."

Wen Yixing laughed: "When has Mom ever lied to Yao Yao?"

Seeing that Fang Jingyao had calmed down, Wen Yixing sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at him: "How about Mom tells you a story?"

How could Fang Jingyao say it was bad?

So he said, "Okay!"

The bedroom gradually quieted down, with only the soft sounds of breathing and Wen Yixing whispering stories.

Soon, the bedroom became completely quiet, and Wen Yixing discovered that her son had fallen asleep.

She reached out and tucked Fang Jingyao in, looking at his delicate little face. Wen Yixing lowered her head and kissed his forehead: "How about you stay with Mom from now on?"

Whether Fang Jingyao heard her words in his sleep or not, Wen Yixing heard the little one in the quilt hum twice, as if responding to her.

Wen Yixing smiled and whispered, "Goodnight, my darling."