Fang Ling's feet touched the ground, and she took a couple of steps in front of Chu Xiaoyu, laughing, "See, I'm perfectly fine, just too lazy to walk."
Chu Xiaoyu finally sighed in relief, admitting with guilt, "Ling Ling, it's my fault for making you sad. But promise me, no matter what happens in the future, don't run off like that. If anything were to happen to you, I... I..."
"Mom, you did nothing wrong to me. I was just being immature. Yang Cheng already explained to me, he only did it to help you with your illness."
"You never told me, I didn't even know your illness flared up and you were almost in danger. If it weren't for Yang Cheng, how long were you planning to keep it from me?"
Fang Ling's beautiful eyes reddened, feeling more guilty by the moment, realizing she shouldn't have left her mom in a huff and worried for so long.
