After finishing the conversation with Gu Muqing, Jing Chen went upstairs and upon opening the door, saw Mu Lin sitting quietly on the edge of the bed flipping through a medical book, resembling a beautiful painting.
These medical books, in fact, most of which Mu Lin had read before, but sometimes revisiting them could perhaps reveal something she hadn't noticed before.
Jing Chen came to Mu Lin's side, reached out to lift her up, sat down by the bed, then directly placed Mu Lin on his lap, wrapping his arm around her waist and letting her lean into his embrace to be more comfortable.
"What's wrong?" Mu Lin looked at him with some confusion and asked, "Did Mom talk to you about something?" To tell the truth, she could never figure out what they could possibly talk about for so long.
Could it be about what happened during the day?
