"I'll go in and check first."
Chang Danran changed her slippers and knocked at the door of the child's room.
"Xiaoman, open the door, mom's home."
Xiaoman felt so uncomfortable, rolling around on the child's bed, yearning to roll into her mother's arms. But Xiaoman wouldn't open the door.
The little one felt so wronged because today at the kindergarten, a kid called him a monster and said he came to school every day with a bag of blood.
The little one felt so aggrieved. He wasn't a monster. He didn't want to take the medicine anymore.
Chang Danran comforted Xiaoman from outside his room for a long time, but Xiaoman would rather curl up under the blanket shivering than open the door, eventually opting to cover his ears.
Chang Danran, the mother, was heartbroken and sat crying in the living room.
"My poor grandson, what sins has he committed? He used to take his medicine obediently, why won't he now?"
Although that medicine...
