"Hmm," Ye Xingbei said regretfully, "He had asthma when he was little, so I didn't dare to let him eat anything. He always got sick, so he grew up weaker and smaller than other kids his age."
She sighed remorsefully, "Now that I think about it, it was a vicious cycle. The less he ate, the lower his resistance, and the lower his resistance, the more prone he was to asthma. It's all my fault, I was too timid and held him back."
"You just cared too much for him," Gu Junzhu said, "I've heard people say, a real mom never lets her kid play games, eat snacks, or make bad friends; a wicked stepmom lets the kid play games, as long as he doesn't bother her, eat snacks, as long as he doesn't bother her, make bad friends, as long as he doesn't bother her. Clearly, you're a real mom!"
Ye Xingbei: "…Thank you for the compliment."
"You're welcome," Gu Junzhu smiled, "Just speaking the truth."
Ye Xingbei said, "Actually, it makes quite a lot of sense."
