"Does this happen a lot?" Zhao Gushen asked.
Ye Fei tilted her head, thought for a moment, and did not deny it: "Yes, especially when he was just a baby. He couldn't talk, cried when he was hungry, and cried when he felt uncomfortable due to sickness. It was hard to determine whether he was hungry or uncomfortable somewhere."
"At first, I didn't have experience, so I thought he was hungry. But he wouldn't eat, just kept crying. It broke my heart, and I quickly took him to the hospital, only to find out he had a fever. Because he couldn't speak, he could only express it through crying."
"His fever kept recurring, and I had to watch over him constantly without anyone to relieve me. At those times, I did feel very tired and exhausted. But as long as I saw him healthy and happy, I felt it was all worth it." Ye Fei smiled and said.
"Can you tell me about these things from when he was born until now?" Zhao Gushen proposed.
"Now?" It's quite late.
