Bao shook his head as if he completely did not believe it. But seeing mommy injured, he did not pursue his questions after all. Lying in mommy’s arms, Bao reached out his hand and gently touched Xia Xingcheng’s bandaged forehead. “Mommy, does it still hurt?” he asked carefully. Xia Xingcheng shook her head, took Bao’s hand, and kissed it. “It ...