The illness comes like a mountain falling, but goes like silk being drawn.
Although the child's fever has somewhat subsided, he still hasn't truly recovered his spirits.
Bai Zhi not only has to take care of the child, but also handle work matters, and occasionally thinking of Duan Xingzhi makes her feel restless and agitated.
It's been tough for her raising the child alone these past few years, but she managed to get through all the difficulties before, yet now, she feels like there's no escaping the impending doom.
With the child needing her, she can only bring some work home.
There's porridge simmering in the pot, Xiao Bai's favorite Walnut Porridge, nearly done, with its intoxicating aroma filling the small room.
Bai Xiaobai sits cross-legged on the bed, playing with his toys, "Mommy, the porridge smells so good."
Bai Zhi turns around, smiles, "Smells good, doesn't it? Are you hungry?"
"Mm, a little," Bai Xiaobai smiles bashfully.
