The next morning.
The moment Fang Miaomiao opened her eyes, she saw Wen Zhiyan's large body sitting in the wheelchair, his body unnaturally slumped over the bedside cabinet as he slept.
This warmed her heart. In both her lives combined, the only person she remembered guarding her bedside when she was sick was her grandmother.
Wen Zhiyan, what should I do? It seems I like him a little more than before.
"You're awake."
At some point, Wen Zhiyan, who had been sleeping on the bedside cabinet, woke up and looked at Fang Miaomiao nervously. "Are you hungry, thirsty, or is your body hurting?"
Fang Miaomiao smiled and shook her head at him. "I'm fine, don't worry."
Wen Zhiyan's brows furrowed. He opened his mouth, wanting to say how could she not worry. Meeting her eyes, which were full of him, he suddenly couldn't say it. "It's good that you're fine. I'll have the doctor come and give you a thorough examination later."
"Okay, thank you."
Her gaze, full of him, coupled with her captivating smile, inexplicably made Wen Zhiyan's heart race. He shifted his gaze uncomfortably. "Why are you always looking at me?"
"You're good-looking."
The words blurted out made Wen Zhiyan's heart pound. A hint of blush crept up his handsome ear tips.
"You, how could you."
Fang Miaomiao's sharp eyes noticed Wen Zhiyan's reddening earlobes, and she couldn't help but feel delighted. "Are you... shy?"
"Nonsense." Just as Wen Zhiyan was about to retort, he saw Fang Miaomiao about to get out of bed. His shyness turned into panic. "You, your injury hasn't healed yet. You should lie in bed and rest."
"I'm much better." Fang Miaomiao moved her bandaged hand. "When he stabbed me, I had it under control and he didn't stab my bone. It just looks serious. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."
Speaking of this, a flash of killing intent crossed Wen Zhiyan's eyes, but his tone was gentle. "Don't worry, leave this to me."
Fang Miaomiao nodded and did not refuse.
At that moment, Xin Xuan Lai arrived with documents, porridge, and a young master with red eyes.
Wen Zhiyan looked displeasurably at the instigator.
Xin Xuan Lai: ...
Help me, I didn't want to. When I went to the apartment to get the nutritious porridge made by the nanny, the young master just stood at the door without a word. I was scared to death.
I felt guilty, I was afraid. I tried to reason with the young master, to make him understand my good intentions, but the young master just looked at me with his wet, big eyes.
His stubbornness pained me. Later, the nanny said that when she came to make breakfast today, the young master was sitting on the sofa hugging a pillow, staring at her blankly. Only when I arrived did the young master's gaze shift to me.
That's the young master. I can't just ignore him, can I?
Xin Xuan Lai sighed and finally resigned himself to bringing the young master to the hospital with him.
When Fang Miaomiao saw Wen Yan'an, a sense of guilt immediately arose, and she instinctively hid her injured hand behind her back.
Unexpectedly, the little guy seemed to know her thoughts. He trotted to the other side, his eyes red. "Does it hurt?"
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Wen Yan'an looked at his wrist, which was wrapped layer upon layer, and tears began to stream down uncontrollably.
Actually, what he hadn't told her was that he knew everything that happened last night.
He knew she had carried him to bed and gently coaxed him to sleep. He knew there were bad guys outside. He wanted to struggle to get up and take her away, but he felt weak all over and couldn't do anything.
He could only feel her placing him in the closet and closing the closet door.
He wanted to call out to her, to tell her to leave him, to hurry away, but he couldn't even open his eyes, let alone speak.
Mom.
His mom put him in the closet and went to face the unknown dangers outside alone.
No, don't go.
The door was opened.
He heard many voices.
He heard his dad tell those people to let his mom go, saying he could be a hostage. His mom, however, said she was fine and not to worry.
Later.
What happened later?
He didn't know.
When he woke up again, he was already lying in the small bed in the apartment.
He looked around and for the first time, he realized how vast and empty it was.
The darkness around him was like the devil on TV, bit by bit encroaching on his space.
He was panicked, he was scared, but he knew this was not the time to make his parents worry. His mom hadn't come back yet, she must be in great pain.
He was a good boy. He had to wait for his mom obediently at home.
He summoned the courage to get out of bed and turn on all the lights. The light dispelled a little of his panic.
It was replaced by even more emptiness.
He wanted to find his mom.
He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and was about to open the door to wait for his mom when he suddenly heard his mom's voice.
She said there were bad guys outside and he had to wait at home.
Right, there were bad guys outside.
He went to his mom's bedroom, hugged her pillow, and sat on the sofa.
He had promised his mom he would wait for her obediently at home.
"Mom, I'll blow on it for you, and it won't hurt if I blow on it."
As the words fell, the entire ward became deathly quiet.
Only then did Wen Yan'an realize what he had said. He lowered his head in a panic, his face filled with anxiety.
How did he accidentally blurt out what was on his mind?
Would Mom be unhappy?
Was he not a good boy, and therefore unworthy of being called her son?
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Yan'an, who stood by her bed, head lowered, at a loss. Her heart ached.
At this moment, a trace of unease appeared on Wen Zhiyan's usually impassive face.
Would she accept An An?
Time ticked by.
Fang Miaomiao remained silent.
Wen Zhiyan's face showed more and more unbearable pain.
Wen Yan'an bit his lower lip tightly.
It's okay, it's okay. I must not have done well enough before, that's why Mom doesn't like me. I'll work harder to do better in the future.
"You, eat breakfast."
"Then, could An An please blow on it for Mom, okay?"
Wen Yan'an's eyes snapped open as he looked at Fang Miaomiao, who was smiling at him.
"What?" Fang Miaomiao tilted her head slightly, feigning ignorance. "Did what An An just say not count?"
"No, I'll blow, I'll blow for Mom." Wen Yan'an looked at his hands in front of him, not knowing what to do for a moment. He could only look at Fang Miaomiao with red-rimmed eyes.
His fragile appearance made Fang Miaomiao's heart tremble.
"Why are you crying?" Fang Miaomiao took the tissue handed by Wen Zhiyan, shifted her body, and carefully wiped the tears from Wen Yan'an's face. "What? Are you wronged because I'm letting you be my mom?"
"Not at all," Wen Yan'an choked out a refutation.