The night deepened, and Mo Yunqi had been standing beside the bed for a long time. On the bed, Chi Xiaoyu was hugging the quilt, already sound asleep.
She bent down, silently tucked Chi Xiaoyu in, and sat quietly by her bed for a long while...
The next morning when Chi Xiaoyu woke up, Mo Yunqi was already waiting at her bedside.
"Mom, did you stand by my bed all night?"
"No, I just got up! Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"
Chi Xiaoyu glanced at her phone, "It's not early anymore, I won't sleep! Mom, the clothes you're wearing today are really beautiful!"
Mo Yunqi's face flushed slightly.
Having lived in the convent for years, always clad in ash-brown robes, she had hardly ever dressed up.
The meeting of the parents was an important occasion, and she cared about how Chi Xiaoyu felt; not wanting to embarrass her, she had made an effort to dress up that day.