Jian Yufei smoothed the wrinkles between his brows: "You've got wrinkles on your forehead, aren't you a little old man?"
The little guy immediately smiled, deliberately putting on an innocent look.
Jian Yufei laughed: "Mommy knows you feel unwilling, but as long as mommy is alive, let mommy take care of you, otherwise what meaning is there for mommy to live?"
Ansel was shocked, anxious: "Mommy, I understand! I'll listen to you about everything, don't think about nonsense."
Jian Yufei really wasn't trying to scare him.
What supports her now is the responsibility on her shoulders.
If the responsibility disappeared, she would probably relax and then collapse.
"Go play with your little brother, if you're bored, teach him something new."
"Mommy, I understand!"
Ansel obediently left.
Jian Yufei stared at the family photo on the table, lost in thought for a while before burying her head back into her studies.
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