"Mhmm… Okay…"
"Then you won't cry anymore, right? If you're crying, you can't take care of Brother Wen Yan, right?"
"Yes… Yes…"
Jian Yiling tried to hold back her tears. However, as she had been crying for a long time, she could no longer control her sobs.
Jian Yunmo gently pinched Jian Yiling's nose and said: "Look, your eyes are swollen from crying. They're not pretty anymore."
"I don't want them to be pretty. I just want Brother Wen Yan to get better."
"Mhmm. Why don't you go and wash your face? Then, let's go and speak to Brother Wen Yan, okay?"
"Okay…"
Jian Yunmo carried Jian Yiling to the bathroom and helped her wash her face.
Then, he carried her over to Wen Yan.
Wen Yan was not yet asleep. His arm had been put into a cast.
When he saw Jian Yunmo and Jian Yiling, Wen Yan smiled: "Little Yiling is not crying anymore?"
