Yan Xu was half reclined on the bed, the blanket covering his lower body, with a book resting on top. When he heard Bai Lu's voice, he looked up in surprise, "Mommy said you would come over tomorrow..."
Bai Lu closed the door gently and flashed him a radiant smile, "That was the plan. But then I couldn't stop worrying about you, so I rushed over."
Bai Lu was a straightforward person; moreover, she didn't think that worrying about Yan Xu was something to be coy about.
Yan Xu was taken aback by her directness, and by the time he had come to his senses, Bai Lu had already approached him. After examining him carefully and nodding in satisfaction, she said, "Home really is the best place for recuperation. You've only been back a few days and you already look much better."
Yan Xu furrowed his brows, "What about you, you look like you're at death's door. You look more like a patient than I do."