Jun Mochan remained silent. Except for the time right after the child was born, Ye Ranran hadn't had much contact with him. Later, when she was undergoing rehab, even if she took care of the child, it was only for an hour or two during the day.
Most of the time, she avoided getting too close—not because she didn't want to, but because she was restraining herself.
"This is going to take a while to explain... It's mostly just feeding him, soothing him, like any other mother. Oh, right, are things okay on your side?"
The scene from earlier resurfaced in her mind, and Ye Ranran's skin broke out in goosebumps again. She tilted her face slightly, and the light caught her eyes. Jun Mochan precisely captured the hint of unease reflected in her gaze.
"What happened?" he pressed.
Such a detailed mind.
Ye Ranran felt a surge of panic.
"There was just a small accident earlier, but it's over now," she replied.
