"I don't like you anymore, Yiyi boss. I'm not playing with you." Jayden Maguire puffed up his cheeks and sat angrily on the bed, picking up a watercolor pen to scribble on his sketchpad.
Nana Monty finished tidying up and sat down by the bed, watching Jayden Maguire doodle.
"Is my drawing good?" Jayden Maguire turned his head and looked at her seriously.
"Good, very good, it's completely impressionistic, very profound, very creative." Nana Monty nodded with a smile.
Ever since Jayden Maguire woke up, he rarely talked to her, instead sticking to Yiyi and Xiao An to play. Perhaps it's because children like being around children. After all, he's just a three-year-old child now.
After being praised by Nana Monty, Jayden Maguire grinned, and they instantly became closer.
He asked, "Are you my mom?"
"No." Nana Monty shook her head. How could Jayden Maguire forget her?
"Then who are you?"
"I'm your... wife." Nana Monty replied shyly. The feeling was strange, but sweet nevertheless.
