"I'm doing quite well now; you don't need to worry," said Yao Beidi.
Finally, there was that Yao Beidi again, the one who never wanted to expose her sadness and discomfort in front of others, the one who was always afraid of bothering others.
"We just came to sit for a while. It's been a long time since we last came here, just wanted to check on Auntie and Uncle," said Qiao Xiguan offhandedly.
Yao Beidi smiled and nodded her head.
"By the way, where are Uncle and Auntie?"
"My dad is at work, and my mom is sleeping in her room. Recently, her health has been...," Yao Beidi choked up for a moment, then continued with a faint smile, "not very good. After eating, I asked her to go back to her room to rest."
"Oh," Qiao Xiguan nodded, casually looking around the room.
On Yao Beidi's bedside table, there was a photo of Xiao Xiao, who was smiling brilliantly, with the innocent, guileless smile of a child.
In that moment, my nose suddenly felt sore.
