"Mom, it looks like the rain has stopped."
The boy curled up in the bedding, barely lifting his head to look at the poster plastered over the window, spared by the howling winds.
The sound of the dense raindrops seemed to have slowed down and vanished outside the window.
"Mhm."
The mother sitting on the bed glanced at the window and nodded slightly, then she turned her head to look at her son's somewhat haggard cheeks, "You worked all night yesterday, get some sleep earlier."
"Mhm,"
The boy nodded lightly, then hesitated before picking up the bracelet and playing the speech video again.
The mother watched the boy's actions and said nothing more; she silently observed the heavy bags under his eyes and the bloodshot eyes.
After a long time, she slowly said, "Jerin, don't do the night shift anymore, your health is getting worse."
"I can't,"