"Even though Mommy knows you are all very clever, in Mommy's eyes, you will always be children. Little kids need to do what little kids are supposed to do and not follow adults into fights. Understand?"
Ye Ranran was massaging her son's little head, her gaze warm to the point of ridiculousness.
Her son was like a little iceberg, yet she couldn't help but be tender with him.
"Okay, Mommy, don't worry." Ye Xingtong nodded, raising his chubby little arm and poking Ye Ranran's cheek with his short, pale hand.
Ye Ranran chuckled, hugging him and planting another kiss on him.
"Mommy, if one day someone you trust a lot deceives you, don't be sad. You still have us; if the sky falls, your sons will hold it up for you." Ye Xingtong buried his head in Ye Ranran's chest, murmuring softly.
A sudden warmth enveloped Ye Ranran's heart, and the corners of her mouth lifted, "Yeah, with you guys around, we're not afraid of anything."