After taking a bath, An Ning changed into clean clothes.
Yu Ziqian was still pestering An Ning, not letting her leave. "Mom, can you try telling me a story?"
An Ning pointed to her throat. 'Don't forget I can't speak now.'
"Try it, maybe you can tell a story?"
'Okay!' An Ning picked up the storybook and then started seriously. "Ah... ah... ah..."
She coughed a few times and tried again, but it was still the same sound.
'Still not working.' An Ning was particularly frustrated.
"Don't worry, don't worry." Yu Ziqian comforted her, placing his head against her chest, just like when he couldn't breathe from crying and his mom would do the same to calm him. "I promise I'll be good, you don't need to worry."
'Mhm mhm.'
"Mom, can you hold me to sleep?" Yu Ziqian pleaded.
