"Yes," Ye Fan said, "If it hadn't been for Zhao Jun that day, the bullet would have hit me. Though it wouldn't have killed me immediately, I would surely have been killed by Caesar afterward."
"Yes, you almost died," Qiao Feixuan said with lingering fear. "I almost lost the only son I have."
"These past few days, I've been full of fear, having nightmares and waking from terrible dreams every day," Qiao Feixuan continued. "I can't imagine how I would live if I lost the only son I have…"
"Mom—," Ye Fan tried to interrupt Qiao Feixuan, but she glared at him fiercely, and he had to shut his mouth again.
"… Maybe constantly crying, maybe walking around like a zombie, maybe going insane, maybe jumping off a building and killing myself…" Qiao Feixuan reflected.
Ye Fan, on the verge of tears, hurriedly said, "Mom, don't think nonsense, I'll be fine."
