Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

"elder brother."

Brother Wen Xuan was like a little cannonball. As soon as he saw Wen Qiye, he threw himself into his arms.

"Xiaoxuan, were you good in school today?"

Wen Qiye picked up Wen Xuan and shook him around.

"I was very good today. The teacher praised me."

"Good, keep it up."

Wen Qiye carried Wen Xuan to Wen Xin's bedroom on the second floor.

Ever since Wen Xin became ill, she could only rest in her bedroom.

Occasionally, she would be pushed to the garden to bask in the sun.

But such cases are rare.

After all, Wen Xin's body would become weaker after each exposure to the sun, which resulted in her not leaving her bedroom for a long, long time.

"Mother."

Wen Xuan struggled out of his brother's arms and ran to Wen Xin.

"Mom, are you feeling better today?"

Not long after Wen Xuan was born, Wen Xin started to have health problems.

At the beginning, she could still hold on, but as time went on, her health got worse and worse.

Until one day when she was in a meeting, she suddenly fainted.

From that moment on, she completely collapsed.

She has been recuperating at home these years.

It’s not that she didn’t have negative emotions, but when she thought of her two children, as a mother, she gritted her teeth and persevered.

"Xiaoye, are you back?"

Wen Xin raised her withered hand and gently touched Wen Xuan's little head, then looked at Wen Qiye with tenderness.

"Mom, I'm home. How are you today?"

"Not bad, ahem."

Wen Xin didn't want to make Wen Qiye worry, but her health was getting worse.

Even if she spoke a little more, she would cough for a while.

Wen Qiye quickly and gently patted Wen Xin on the back.

"much better."

Wen Xin smiled and patted Wen Qiye's hands, indicating that there was no need to pat anymore.

"Mom, did you eat well today?"

Wen Qiye looked at Wen Xin worriedly.

"Have."

Wen Xin nodded.

But it was obvious that Wen Qiye didn't believe this.

"Aunt Zhao."

The Aunt Zhao that Wen Qiye mentioned is the person who takes care of Wen Xin.

She is an elder in the Wen family and used to take care of the daily life of the two elders in the Wen family.

Later, Wen Xin fell ill, and she came to take care of Wen Xin.

Wen Xin is the child she has watched grow up.

Seeing Wen Xin like this, she felt more uncomfortable than anyone else.

Just then, when she heard Wen Qiye's voice, she quickly wiped her hands and went upstairs to Wen Xin's room.

"Young Master."

"Aunt Zhao, my mother, how much did you eat for dinner?"

"Ah, it's still the same."

Wen Qiye looked at Wen Xin disapprovingly.

The so-called old same means that Wen Xin didn't eat anything and just relied on nutrient solution to maintain the body's needs.

"Mom, you can't choose to hide it just to avoid making me worry."

Wen Xin was exposed in front of her, but she was not angry. Instead, she held Wen Qiye's hand.

Wen Xin's withered appearance did not give a good visual impression, but her eyes were gentle and full of endless maternal love.

"Don't worry, I feel pretty good today."

Wen Qiye looked down at Wen Xin's hand.

These were originally a pair of very beautiful hands, perfect for playing the piano.

But now these hands are as white as ever, but the backs of these white hands are covered with needle holes.

Wen Qiye's heart was filled with heartache.

In order to maintain Wen Xin's body energy needs, she injects a lot of nutritional medicines every day.

But if this continues in the long run, it is simply not a solution.