Jin Yan is really exhausted, leaning back on the sofa and yawning incessantly, unable to control it, appearing very languid.
She raised her hand to touch her forehead, not feeling any warmth, then curled her lips into a smile: "If you feel unwell in any way, remember to tell me, speak up even if it's just a little discomfort."
Little Chenmo nodded: "I'm not uncomfortable now, if I feel unwell, I'll tell mom."
After a simple conversation, there was some silence between them.
A moment later, Little Chenmo spoke up again: "Mom, that person just now, fell onto the glass to save you, right?"
Jin Yan responded with a slight "Mm."
Little Chenmo said: "Looking at that person, he seems to care about you quite a lot. Previously, he came to find me, I scolded him, yet he didn't seem to get angry. And I feel like he seems to like you a lot. I was really following what you said, did you two get together by playing with fire?"
