"Oh..." Song Xiaoxi seemed to remember that kind of pain, suddenly stopped in her tracks, feeling a bit dizzy, and slowly made her way down step by step while holding onto the railing.
"Why do you have to come down? Oh..." Song Jiaqi was in self-questioning and self-answering mode.
She had just asked the question, but quickly figured out the answer herself.
Itâs because of who, of course.
Unless Song Xiaoxi was as unconscious as she was when she was sick before, how could she not come downstairs knowing Ye Yang was there?
"Did she fall down the stairs?" asked Ye Yang.
"Yeah, she was careless and didnât pay attention when going down the stairs. She missed a step and fell, had to get several stitches."
She must feel heartache, right?
As a mother, how can you not feel heartache when your child gets hurt?
You could guess some things from her attitude toward Song Xiaoxiâs illness this time.
Song Xiaoxi landed on the last step, ran over to the dining table, sat down, and lifted her bangs to show Ye Yang: "Oppa, look, Iâve got a scar here now. Otherwise, I could flaunt my bangs as a true beauty!"
"Yes, yes, you still are," Ye Yang replied helplessly.
"Sit properly," Song Jiaqi said sternly, standing by Song Xiaoxiâs side.
After being sick, Song Xiaoxi didnât have much spirit, so when Song Jiaqi told her off, she obediently sat properly.
Ye Yang glanced at her and couldnât help but laugh.
Was the little girlâs inner world thinking, wait until Iâm not sick anymore, see how I sass you back?
Song Jiaqi tried to feed her, but she refused, "No need! Iâll do it myself!"
"Can you really manage?" Song Jiaqi doubted.
"Of course, I can!"
Song Jiaqi thought for a moment; of course, the credit goes to Ye Yang.
The little girl must be trying to impress Ye Yang, right?
However, seeing that she could eat by herself made Song Jiaqi, who was watching from the side, feel relieved.
It seems like the fever has mostly subsided; at least she has the strength to eat.
Ah, a false alarm, itâs good that everythingâs okay.
Ye Yang naturally understood that the little girl was trying to show off for him, so he praised her, "Xiaoxi is great, the most sensible child Iâve ever seen."
"Oppa, I can be even better, I can finish this bowl of congee in a minute!"
"Alright, alright!" Song Jiaqi interjected, "Your oppa doesnât want you to finish the congee in a minute, even if you drank it down in one second, he wouldnât be yours."
Song Xiaoxi turned her head, glaring at Song Jiaqi.
"What?" Song Jiaqi squinted, crossing her arms, "Glaring at me is useless, itâs the truth."
Ye Yang chuckled and said, "Eat slowly, your mom is afraid youâll burn yourself."
"Iâm not afraid."
"She isnât either!"
After speaking in unison, they looked in different directions.
"..."
Uh...
Since when did he become the mediator between the two of them?
"Arenât you eating?" Ye Yang asked Song Jiaqi.
"No worries, you guys eat, Iâm not hungry."
Ye Yang continued eating, then looked up and asked Song Xiaoxi, "Xiaoxi, where do you want to eat tomorrow?"
On the table were all sorts of flyers. Ye Yang pointed at one randomly, "How about this one?"
"Sure, sure!" Song Xiaoxi, who never disagrees with Ye Yang, was the opposite of Song Jiaqi, "Oppa, Iâll listen to you!"
Song Jiaqi took a look, and well, itâs McDonaldâs, isnât it?