Beisitian didn't want to put too much pressure on Luo Yirui and let him rest when she saw the fear on his face.
Luo Yirui kept his mouth tightly shut, with a sheet of fine sweat on his forehead, clearly frightened. The imagination had taken him over, causing intense lingering fear!
He saw his mother with a calm expression but didn't truly believe she was calm. He felt oppressed and could only imagine how she felt. No wonder she paid so much attention to his two younger sisters; he had been jealous before but realized now how wrong he was.
"I'll stay here," Luo Yirui closed his eyes for a moment, trying to appear less scared.
He couldn't back down. If he did, who would help his mom?
Luo Yirui considered himself a little man now and didn't want to trouble his mom anymore!
Seeing her son's firm words, Beisitian's expression softened, and she gently touched his head, although a trace of melancholy persisted in her eyes.
