"How are Cici and the child?" Jian Shichu turned his head with difficulty, his gaze falling on Ye Qingci's face. He stared at Ye Qingci for a while, then turned to look at the little one sleeping in the crib.
"They're fine, they're both fine," Shi Qingning said, holding Jian Shichu's hand and crying, "Ah Chu, don't worry, your father and I will take good care of Cici and the child. They'll be okay. You just rest well and take care of your health. Your health is the most important. Once you take care of yourself, you can take good care of them!"
"I understand, Mom!" Jian Shichu said hoarsely, "Mom, I'm fine, don't worry. It's just a cold; a few days of rest and I'll be better. Please don't trouble yourself and Dad too much these days!"
"What silly things are you saying?" Shi Qingning wiped her tears, "You, Cici, and the baby all need to be well so your father and I can be at ease. If something happens to you three, your father and I wouldn't be able to live."