Ye Hualan touched his hand, and it felt like it was hit by ice. She felt distressed: "Why are your hands so cold?"
Mason Ye said silently: "My heart feels cold without me."
Ye Hualan said: "It's a bit artificial."
Mason Ye said: "I'm sorry, Mom."
Ye Hualan divided the quilt between him and held his hand to warm it. When it was a little warmer, he asked, "Is it still cold now?"
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