Zhou Jin couldn't help but think of when Mu Shengfeng was little.
Because of her husband's work, he could only come home once in ten days or half a month, so all the big and small affairs at home were left for Zhou Jin to worry about.
At that time, she worked during the day, picked up Mu Shengfeng from the nursery after work, and then went home to cook and handle household chores.
Once, it was also when Mu Shengfeng got sick.
She took leave and went to the hospital. The doctor said it was just a common cold, prescribed some medicine, and sent her home.
That night, she struggled all night.
Whatever he ate, he vomited. The white porridge she fed him and the medicine he took after the meal, all came up in one go. Her son's face was waxy yellow, and he looked at her weakly, saying, "Mom, I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."
Holding the little guy in her arms, Zhou Jin wiped her tears while gently patting him until he was exhausted and fell asleep in her arms.
