"Thirteen, did you hit yourself anywhere?"
Thirteen's eyes were red but tearless, and he didn't utter a sound, only staring at her with hopeful eyes. He kept looking, his large eyes filled with a child's reliance on his mother.
Zhan Se found it odd, "What's wrong, are you in pain somewhere?"
Blinking, Thirteen's long eyelashes, just like hers, were damp with droplets, "Mother, I really like... watching you worry about me."
Oh!
With the boy's surprising remark, Zhan Se didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She carefully set his small body on the stool, checking him over before finally patting his little head, showering him with questions.
"Son, have you gone numb from the fall? Does it hurt anywhere? Tell me. If you want to cry, just cry out, okay? Don't keep it bottled up. What's wrong?"
Looking at her, Thirteen's gaze didn't waver as if he were transfixed.
Zhan Se grew anxious inside, "Where does it hurt, tell your mother."
