I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling had just finished comparing the blood report with the experimental data when the ringing of her cell phone suddenly broke the silence.

Looking at the screen, I saw Mrs. Luo's name.

The phone vibrated slightly in her hand. Jiang Ling's heart tightened and she quickly picked up the call. Before Luo's mother could say anything, she heard a small sob from the other end of the phone.

Jiang Ling whispered, "Did something happen?"

I already had a premonition in my heart.

Luo's mother's low voice came from the other end of the phone, "Ruoruo suddenly missed you just now and kept crying."

Jiang Ling nodded and began to take off her lab coat as she turned around. "Ask Luo's mother to hand the phone to the little guy."

Luo's mother on the other end of the phone handed the phone to Yun Yiru.

When Yun Yiruo took the phone, panic and helplessness were revealed in her eyes, as if she was swallowed by some inexplicable fear.

Wrapped tightly in the thick bedding, nine slender tails curled up into a ball, almost wrapping itself up tightly, leaving only a pair of moist eyes staring at the phone screen.

"Sister, are you asleep?"

The voice was weak, like a whisper on the wind, with a little sob, "I...I don't want to stay here anymore, wuwuwu."

These words were like a weak thunder, breaking the peace in Jiang Ling's heart.

Jiang Ling still held the phone in one hand, and began to unbutton her lab coat with the other.

"Are you not used to sleeping well? How about I pick you up now?" He spoke in a very gentle tone.

She knew that Yun Yiru was not really afraid, she just needed someone to accompany her and needed the sense of security that could soothe her heart.

On the other end of the phone, Yun Yiruo's voice seemed to be crushed, almost reaching Jiang Ling's heart through the phone, "No... no, Aunt Luo said that my sister will be very busy tomorrow, so... so I just want to hear my sister's voice."

Jiang Ling's heart softened slightly, and she sighed softly. She stroked the screen of her phone and said patiently, "Okay, open the video and show it to my sister, okay?"

Yun Yiruo hesitated for a moment, then obediently turned on the video. Jiang Ling saw Yun Yiruo's nervous little face, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes.

Jiang Ling's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, noticing that the little girl's pupils began to become a little abnormal - a blue glow quietly emerged in her pupils.

Although it didn't turn completely blue, the slight change was still enough to make Jiang Ling nervous.

She did not reveal her anxiety, but comforted her softly: "Look, I'm here, sister is always here, don't be afraid, okay?"

The little girl's eyes were still a little lost and bewildered, as if she was trying hard to hold back her tears, and her expression seemed a little forced.

But she tried her best to act strong, "Yeah, I know, I won't cry anymore."

Jiang Ling looked at her tough yet fragile appearance, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth involuntarily.

That smile carried a hint of helplessness, but also deep pity.

She touched her cell phone and her eyes slowly moved to the night sky outside the window.

Although this little guy is strong, he is still a child after all and still needs dependence and protection.

"Okay, give the phone to Aunt Luo first, okay? I have something to tell her."

Although Yun Yiru was reluctant, she still handed over the phone obediently after hearing her sister say that.

She lowered her head and frowned slightly, with a mixture of loss and stubbornness on her face, as if her small body contained a heart that could not withstand any wind and rain.

When Luo's mother took the phone, an apologetic voice came over.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Jiang."

There was some guilt in his tone, but more of it was worry about Yun Yiru's mood.

Jiang Ling smiled and said gently: "It's okay, you've been sleeping with me for a long time, so I guess you're used to it."

After a pause, he added in a low voice, "I sent you some information. Observe the pupils more carefully. If they turn completely blue, there may be some bad tendencies."

"Get control of it first, then call me."

Luo's mother wanted to say something else, but suddenly noticed that Yun Yiru had fallen asleep quietly.

Looking at the little figure curled up quietly in the quilt, with fatigue and worry still on its face, I felt helpless and distressed.

"Mr. Jiang, Ruoruo must have cried herself to death and fallen asleep now." Luo's mother spoke softly, with a hint of apology, "Thank you for your concern."

Jiang Ling nodded gently, with a hint of deep worry still in her eyes: "Okay, contact me anytime if you have anything."

After Luo's mother hung up the phone, she went to another room and got a thicker quilt.

I slowly pushed open the door and looked at the child on the bed, curled up in a small ball, covered only with a thin quilt, breathing shallowly, brows slightly furrowed, as if he was not feeling well even in his dream.

He paused for a moment, sighed, walked to the air conditioner and turned up the temperature a little.

He walked back to the bed and gently tucked in the corners of the thin quilt to make sure no air leaked in.

Then he went to the other side of the bed and lay down, close to the child, supporting his head with one hand and picking up the mobile phone with the other hand. The bright light on the screen was particularly conspicuous in the night.

In the mobile phone is the information sent by Mr. Jiang.

The information looked disorganized, like a manuscript, filled with scribbled handwriting and numerous erasures.

Every page seems to show that Mr. Jiang has poured a lot of effort into this report.

The more she read, the deeper Luo's mother's heart sank - these data and analyses made her feel an indescribable pain.

"If the pupils turn completely blue," her eyes lingered on a paragraph of text, her fingers trembling slightly, "there will be a tendency to self-harm."

Luo's mother's heart seemed to be tightly gripped, as if something was about to burst out of her chest.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again and continued looking down.

"Turns red..." Her heart tightened again as she read the words, "and may become aggressive towards any nearby creature."

Just as she was immersed in it, she suddenly felt something soft touching her arm.

When I looked down, I found that the child had turned over unconsciously and his little body was pressed against me.

Luo's mother was stunned for a moment, then her eyes softened instantly. The child was still curled up in his sleep, like a stray cat curled up in the cold wind. Even when he snuggled up to her, he seemed insecure.

She reached out and gently hugged the child, then pulled over the thicker quilt next to it and carefully covered the child with it.

At this moment, Yun Yiru seemed to feel a hint of warmth, and her curled up body relaxed slightly. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, whether unintentionally or in a dream.

Luo's mother watched quietly, a soft feeling welling up in her heart. Just as she was about to turn off her phone, the door was gently pushed open.

Her nerves tensed up for a moment, and when she turned around, she saw it was her husband.

He walked in quietly, with a look of apology on his face, as if he was afraid of disturbing the mother and son.

"How is the child?"

He asked quietly, but his eyes were already on the sleeping child.

Mother raised a finger, signaling him to be quiet, and then said softly, "He's asleep, but he's a little restless."

The husband nodded and said no more.

He walked to the chair on the other side and sat down, looking at the mother and child on the bed with gentle eyes, as if he was guarding the tranquility of the moment with his eyes.