"Isn't it good to be sensible? We're young, but we know who's good to us."
Little Bei's face was full of confusion as she reached out to wipe Mu Jingzhe's tears through the gauze. "Mommy, don't cry. If you don't like it, we won't talk about it anymore."
"It doesn't matter whether you talk about it or not. What matters is that you're not allowed to do something like this again." Mu Jingzhe carefully placed her hand back. "Don't move around so it doesn't hurt."
It really hurt. Little Bei bared her teeth. "It's okay, Mommy. I'm not afraid. I'm glad that I didn't let you get hurt. If you were in so much pain, my heart would ache. It makes me happy to experience the pain in your place. I'm not afraid at all."
Little Bei was actually in a lot of pain and wanted to cry, but when she thought that she was hurting on behalf of her mother, she wasn't afraid anymore.
