Xizeer's young face was full of expressions of not understanding. Although he was more mature and smarter than other children, there were many things that intelligence alone could not comprehend, such as... a mother's love.
Ming Mei carefully treated Xizeer's two injured wounds, then asked, "Are you hungry?"
Xizeer, somewhat irritated, replied coldly, "Not hungry."
But just as he finished speaking, his stomach growled twice. Ming Mei smiled and stood up, reaching out to pick Xizeer up, but he said, "I can do it myself."
Saying this, he jumped off the bed himself.
Ming Mei's hand froze in mid-air, her eyes momentarily tinged with bitterness, but she quickly continued to smile gently, "Come on, I'll take you to eat."
