Feng Xiaochen's eyes widened. He remained silent and looked at her blankly. His gaze never left Yu Fei, not even blinking.
"Xiaochen?" Seeing that the little fellow was not speaking, Yu Fei was a little worried. "Are you feeling unwell? Tell Mommy quickly. We'll call the doctor over to take a look at you, okay?"
Feng Xiaochen stared at her blankly for a long time before saying, "Mommy, am I dreaming?"
Yu Fei was stunned.
The childish but slightly hoarse voice continued, "Daddy said that Mommy will never come back. I'm so sad. Mommy, you promised Xiaochen that you would always be by my side. You're lying. Does Mommy not like Xiaochen anymore? Does she not want Xiaochen anymore?"
The more the little guy spoke, the more aggrieved he became. His eyes were red and tears were welling up in his eyes.
Seeing the little guy's aggrieved look, Yu Fei's heart almost broke. "No, it's not that Mommy doesn't want Xiaochen."