Ye Weilan looked at Xiao Yechen and escaped from death. When she saw her son again, she hugged him with red eyes: "Baby, don't worry, it's okay."

Xiao Yechen's tender little hands gently stroked his mother's pale and thin face: "Mommy doesn't hurt..."

Ye Weilan gently rubbed his cheek against him.

The mother and son are both close to each other, enjoying the intimacy and warmth connected by blood.

Qi Ye stood at the door, watching the warm scene of mother and son embracing each other, with a shallow corner of his lips rising, but deep worries were hidden in his eyes.

...

Yi Sa stood in front of Ye Yan's bed.

The ice and snow boy in white clothes looked straight at the girl lying motionless on the bed with dark eyes.

His pale and transparent fingertips gently pushed away the silk that was scattered on Ye Yan's cheeks. Yi Sa condensed her face and said softly: "Get up, Ye Xiaozhu."

Many years ago, he often called Ye Yan to get up like this.

The days used to be fine. Since she started training, her delicate body could not bear it. Sometimes the intensity of his training became harsh. She must stay in bed the next morning, but she didn't want to disappoint him, so she developed the habit of calling her to get up.

She would always say lazyly to him with her eyes closed: "Don't make trouble." Then she turned over and covered her head and continued to sleep.

Ye Yan was not as deserted as a girl. When she was with him, she smiled a lot.

The clear sound mixed with sleepy thoughts made him feel itchy. He always suppressed his feelings in his heart and continued to make trouble. There was always a way to make her open her eyes helplessly and aggrievedly and get up obediently.

Then he said "good morning" to him with a smile.

Such a beautiful smile is the most beautiful look in Yisa's memory.

Later, he lost her like this for a long time.

Later, Ye Yan's smile became less and less, and his eyes became colder.

Now, he finally found her back, but in a blink of an eye, he lost it from his fingers.

...

Don't make trouble.

This time, she did not say these two words as usual.

Yi Sa's hand stroked Ye Yan's snow-white face. Her face was very small, and it was placed in his palm. It was snow-white, warm and soft, and her skin was so cold.

Ye Yan's body temperature has never been high and has never been so cold.

When they were together, she always said that his body temperature was too cold, and she would be cold when she was sleeping in his arms. He was always pinched to his face with dissatisfaction, but as she said, she hugged him, buried her face in the place where he was heartbroken, and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

In fact, he knew that she was just afraid that he would be cold and always wanted to pass her temperature to him.

The pair of his favorite eyes were closed tightly at this moment, losing all his agility and spirit, and was dull. Under his fingertips, the sound of his heart beating was faint and dull.

Yi Sa's eyes darkened.

He held her hand, his tone soft and cold: "I've had enough sleep, so I must wake up early."

...

This day was particularly difficult.

Ye Weilan was in poor spirits and started to get sleepy without saying a few words to Xiao Yechen. When she learned that Ye Yan was "safe and nothing happened", she could sleep completely.

After Qi Ye fed her some food, he gently coaxed her to fall asleep.

Then, he walked out of the ward with his son in his arms.

"Dadly."

Qi Ye lowered his eyes to him.

Xiao Yechen pursed his lips: "How is mom?"
Chapter completed!