Perhaps, he didn‘t want to tell the story of menstruation‘s death. Claudia just said, "Nothing, I‘ll help him up and have a rest."

"Go quickly, go quickly, do you want to call the doctor to see?"

"No."

When the upstairs door closed, Wen Chenglin coughed softly and said to Feng Nuanxin, "You asked Zhang Ma to cook soup at noon."

Feng Nuanxin smiled and replied softly, "Well, don‘t worry."

"I have nothing to worry about." Wen Chenglin murmured, awkwardly shaking off the newspaper in his hand.

Knowing that he cares about his son, he just keeps his mouth shut and Feng warms his heart.

Just, still feel a little strange in my heart.

Can‘t help but look up at the second floor.

What the hell is going on?

What can make Rowan look like that?

"Lie down."

He is like a puppet. He will do whatever she asks him to do.

At least, at Albert‘s, he cried.

The ability to vent emotions also made Claudia less worried.

Carefully tidied up his pillow and tucked him in. She sat on the bed and held his hand.

"Sleep, I‘m right here."

Rowan looked at the ceiling for a while and slowly turned to look at her.

Hand your hands together and tighten them slowly.

That was the strength he started.

Some pain, but more peace of mind.

Claudia raised his other hand and landed it on his face, caressing, "Rowan, I‘m here, it‘s okay. As long as you need it, I will be by your side."

"Uh－huh."

Close his eyes and a tear shed from the corner of his eye.

Claudia gritted his teeth and wiped him with his fingers.

*

Rowan had a dream.

A dreamy dream.

I dreamed of being a child.

Mom and aunt are here.

The afternoon sun was gentle and they were in the garden.

Mother and menstruation had afternoon tea and talked while he was playing with toys.

Suddenly, the picture turned.

They‘re gone.

He was the only one standing in the vast wilderness. He was the only one.

"Mom! Mom! Don‘t leave me! Mom, menstruation..."

In his sleep, Rowan talked uneasily.

Claudia quickly leaned over and hugged him. "Rowan, I‘m here, I‘m here, Rowan."

"Don‘t leave me..."

"I won‘t, Rowan, I will never."

Soon, under Claudia‘s comfort, Rowan slowly relaxed and stopped talking.

He was sweating all over and his lips were as pale as his face.

Claudia felt distressed when he saw it. He got up and went to the bathroom, put a basin of water on the bedside table, twisted the warm towel, wiped his face and hands, then untied his clothes and wiped his chest.

Just halfway through the wipe, Rowan suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at each other, his voice was dull： "What are you doing?"

Claudia licked his dry lips, pulled back his hand, bent over and kissed his forehead. "You are sweating a lot."

"Oh." He answered and sat up propped up.

Leaning against the head of the bed, raising his hand and holding his eyebrows, "what time is it?"

Claudia looked at the clock on the wall and replied softly, "12：30."

"I thought I slept for a long time."

"No, it‘s less than an hour. Do you want to sleep again?"

"No."

Uncovered the quilt and went to the bathroom, Rowan said, "I‘ll wash it."

"Oh, good."

This dialogue, his tone is as light as water.

Claudia squeezed the towel in his hand and suddenly felt tired and at a loss.

But she understands.

Shu Xiaolei died and he was very sad.

"Knock, knock."

When Rowan was taking a shower, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Feng Nuanxin pushed open the door and stood at the door. He said softly to Claudia, "It‘s dinner. Where‘s Rowan?"

"Bathroom."

"Oh, well, then he is finished, you can come down and we will wait for you."

Feng warm heart said, closed the door and went out.

Claudia opened the wardrobe and took out Rowan‘s change of clothes. After waiting for a while, he wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom.