"Sister," maybe because he's sick, Xiao Ran clung to Jiang Mingyue like a fluffy kitten relying on its mother, reaching out his little claws for a hug.
Jiang Mingyue's heart hurt for him and she picked him up.
"Don't worry, his fever has completely gone down." Remembering the dangerous fluctuations from earlier in the day, Mrs. Jiang was still shaken.
The little guy leaning against his sister's shoulder was weak, but still tried hard to perk up.
Jiang Mingyue felt even more pity, patting his back to comfort him, "People who are sick are fragile, it's nothing to be ashamed of. When sister gets sick, she also needs Mom's care, she needs Xiao Ran's care. Do you not want to care for your sister?"
The little guy quickly shook his head, "Of course not. If sister gets sick, I'll bring her water and make porridge for her."
