Wu Sheng looked at Little Tang Mo. "What's wrong?"
Little Tang Mo was silent for a moment. He lowered his head and answered softly, "I just don't want you to get hurt again."
Wu Sheng looked at the top of Little Tang Mo's head and gave it a playful ruffle. "Worried about your uncle?"
This time, Little Tang Mo didn't shake his head. He gave a soft "Mhm" and said, "I'm worried about Uncle, and... Mama too."
He looked up, his bright, clear eyes meeting Wu Sheng's.
"Uncle, can you try not to get hurt anymore?"
Looking into Little Tang Mo's eyes, Wu Sheng scooped him into his arms and ruffled his hair.
"Mhm, Uncle promises."
Little Tang Mo tensed up, not daring to move. "Uncle, be careful you don't touch your wound."
"I won't. Uncle's being careful." Wu Sheng lay down, positioning Little Tang Mo on his chest so he wouldn't press on the injury.
Lying on Wu Sheng's chest, Little Tang Mo stared at his Adam's apple and gave it a curious poke.
