Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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Seeing the frail mother, whose bones were visible as she fearfully shrank under the curtain, Yan Jinhao’s heart tightened. He slowly took a step forward, "Mom?"

Under the dim light, the woman who was revealed had gray hair and her eyes were profoundly sunken, especially around the grayish and swollen under-eye area, evidently showing her terribly poor resting state.

"Haohao, Haohao?" Qi Chunlan paused in her speech, just about to stand up and rush over, but then she suddenly remembered her own physical condition and shrank back: "You, don’t come here—leave quickly!"

Qi Chunlan thought of the rashes all over her body—if the disease was contagious, wouldn’t that harm her own child?

Therefore, upon seeing her eldest son approaching, she screamed shrilly.

"Mom, what happened to you? It’s Haohao!" Yan Jinhao wouldn’t listen to her. Seeing her lose control and even attempting to throw pillows at him from the bed, he quickened his steps.

It was just a five or six meters distance. After Qi Chunlan finished shouting, Yan Jinhao had already grasped her flailing arms—

When did Mom become so thin?

There was a sudden ’clench’ in Yan Jinhao’s heart. He held onto her shoulders, and only when he came close did he see the rash spots on her neck and face!