"Ye'er, is that you?" Wen Xin's gentle voice carried a hint of urgency, as Luo Ye's eyes quickly filled with tears, she struggled to suppress her turbulent emotions: "Mom, it's me."
"Ye'er..." Wen Xin's voice choked up: "No news from you for two months, your mom is dying to see you, did you lose weight? Are you injured? How have you been eating and sleeping?"
"Mom, I'm doing just fine, I haven't lost weight, and I'm not injured. I sleep well, too. I just miss Grandpa, Dad, Mom, Brother, as well as Qingqing and Master. By the way, Mom, have you decided whether or not you're going to help Master?"
"You, this child. Your master really cares about you," Wen Xin paused, "For your master's sake, I will help them, but this isn't a knot that can be untied in a day or two. Mom needs to think carefully about how to proceed.
