"Fragile goods?" Mu Chenyan finally spoke up. "Handle with care?" She scoffed, "I'm not fragile! I just asked you to be gentle." She looked pitiful as she said, "You're gentle around your son. Can't you spare me some of that motherly gentleness?"
Mother Yue pursed her lips as she replied, 'I am no gentle woman. Don't expect gentleness from me.'
"You might not be a gentle woman but you're a gentlewoman,[1]" said Mu Chenyan.
Mother Yue looked at her for a moment. 'You don't have to remind me who I am.' She fixed the ice pack on Mu Chenyan's foot before asking, 'Do you want something to eat?'
"I want some cream bread," replied Mu Chenyan but seeing Mother Yue's face, she grinned. "You don't have it? Then forget it." She brought the apple to her mouth to take a bite but her hand was held and Mother Yue snatched the apple from her. Mu Chenyan's mouth was left open.
'Didn't you protect it with your life for me?'
