Back at their place, Ya Shitian settled Ye Anqi on the bed and went to make her something to eat.
Jon stayed in the bedroom to keep Ye Anqi company.
"Mom, you need to get better soon, or there will be no one to play with me." The little guy propped his chin in his hands, lay on the edge of the bed, and said with big, blinking eyes.
Ye Anqi nodded, "I will get better soon."
Jon's eyes twinkled, and he ran to fetch a thick fairy tale book.
"Mom, let me tell you a story. You'll feel better, and your recovery will be faster."
Ye Anqi stroked his head and smiled gently, "What a good child, what story do you want to tell mom?"
"What story do you want to hear?"
"I'll listen to whatever you want to tell."
Jon blinked and smiled, "Then let me tell you a story I once heard."
"Alright."
Jon planned to deliberately tease her, starting to tell the story earnestly.
