The pale skin revealed little by little, and with it, the obvious bruises appeared one after another.
Douya exclaimed, "Mom, your leg is injured!"
The little guy looked flustered, his eyes wide open, incredibly adorable.
These were the results of Yan Yinuo's "training" during this period. She had fallen several times, often adding new injuries before the old ones healed. Her legs were covered with bruises, looking quite frightening.
That's why Yan Yinuo was unwilling to let Douya see them.
"It looks scary, but it doesn't hurt," Yan Yinuo comforted her son.
"How could it not! It's bleeding here! Mom is lying," Douya replied angrily.
Then, he slid off the sofa to find the phone.
"I'm calling Uncle Johnny, otherwise, Mom will be in too much pain."
"Hey, Douya, no need, really no need."
"Mom, don't say anything more," Douya said angrily, even more upset than when Dad sent him back to his room yesterday.
He's small but quick, and Yan Yinuo was no match for him.
