"It's not your fault." Xia Nuan gently played with her son's little hand with her fingers, "Viral infections usually have an incubation period. Even if he's infected, it's because of me, not your fault."
Then, silence fell again.
The little one played with his mom's buttons for a while, noticed Xicheng beside him, and finally remembered his neglected dad. His little face turned to him, and a small hand reached out.
"Dad... Daddy!"
"He wants you to hold him." Xia Nuan volunteered to translate for her son.
Xicheng hurried over, took the little guy into his arms, and Xia Nuan stood up from the bedside, stepping towards the hospital room door.
"Xia Nuan!"
Thinking she was leaving, Xicheng dashed over and caught her wrist again.
Startled, Xia Nuan turned her face in surprise, noticing his expression. She was taken aback, and after a moment, she slightly raised the corners of her lips.
"I just wanted to take off my coat, the room is a bit warm."
