"Did I wake you?" Mu Yiliang bent down and kissed his cheek. "It's about time to get up. How about mommy makes breakfast for you today?"
He woke up immediately, his eyes wide open: "What on earth happened? Mommy, don't act on impulse!"
Mu Yiliang angrily flicked his forehead: "What are you talking about! I just want to make breakfast for you myself. Is that not allowed?"
Xiaoze still looked doubtful: "Really, is that all? No other reason?"
"Really..." Mu Yiliang sighed, hugging her son. "These days, you've been afraid I'd be sad and kept trying to cheer me up... Mommy knows. But from now on, you don't have to be so cautious. Just say or ask whatever you want, mommy isn't that fragile."
Xiaoze nodded blankly, and after a long time, he hesitantly asked, "Then... I'll never have a sister, right?"
