When they got to the kids' room, they saw Lingxin's small hand pressed to his chest, his little face as white as paper.
Gu Nuan held her son in her arms, not knowing what to do, her fingers shaking along with his.
Ou Yanan rushed over, took the child from her arms, laid him flat on the bed, and began to examine him.
"Lingxin, Lingxin?"
Hearing his uncle call him twice by his ear, Lingxin opened his eyes in a daze. Seeing all those anxious faces, his little mouth opened and closed. Ou Yanan leaned in to listen and heard the words that came out of his mouth: "It's not me—"
It was telepathy between the twins.
Mingli's pain had been transmitted to him, the older brother.
What Ou Yanan had just heard, he didn't dare tell Gu Nuan. He only said, "It shouldn't be anything serious. He's probably just hungry, stomach empty for too long."
Tonight everyone had been busy waiting for someone and hadn't had time to eat.
