"Mommy will blow on it and the pain will go away."
"Mmm..."
The little one seemed to understand her reassurance, whimpering softly twice, his crying quieter now.
Hanjie stood by the slightly ajar door, peering through the crack, watching the mother and child nestled close together, warmth spreading through his chest.
He didn't rush in, just quietly watched.
Qin Youxuan was very patient, gently soothing her son, repeatedly moving his hands away from his eyes, patting his little chest.
"Tingye needs to be good; after applying medicine, your eyes will get better quickly. Then mommy will take you to see grandpa, okay?"
The little one smacked his lips, babbling in response, his serious little manner seemed as though he truly understood.
After several applications of the medicine, Tingye adapted and stopped crying.
Exhausted, he started to yawn and wanted to sleep.
Qin Youxuan quickly picked him up to nurse him.
