Bowen had moved his things back from the academy in the afternoon, a little depressed. Though he cheered up at the sight of his sister, his eyebrows still furrowed.
Seeing this, Mu Yangling could not help but pinch his bun-like face. "What are you worried about at such a young age?"
"Sister, I've grown up." Bowen pulled down his sister's hand and said with a frown, "My teacher is sick. We went to visit him in the morning. He's very sick and his wife has been crying. I wonder if he can be cured."
After saying that, his eyes reddened.
Stunned, Mu Yangling asked, "Why is it so serious? Didn't they say it was just a cold?"
