He asked Lin Mengyao for it a few times, just to test her skills. Unexpectedly, she really didn't let him down.
"Alright."
Jiang Li laughed excitedly.
...
Three days later, at Xi's old house, the atmosphere was steeped in silence.
Lan Xin Ai sat at the bedside, gazing at the little Yan who lay unconscious, her eyes red.
"Husband, it's all my fault. Yesterday after it rained, I took little Yan to play in the garden, and he caught a cold. Now he has a high fever."
Lan Xin Ai was filled with self-blame.
"Wife, this isn't your fault." Xi Yemo patted her shoulder, reassuring her not to overthink.
"What's wrong with my little Yan?"
Elder Lady Xi walked in.
"Grandmother, little Yan caught a cold."
Lan Xin Ai quickly helped Elder Lady Xi to a seat.
"Caught a cold." Elder Lady Xi was startled. "Was it from going to the garden yesterday?"
Lan Xin Ai nodded slightly. "Yes."
