Xiao Yining walked in, saw that An Ziqi was awake, and immediately rushed over with moist eyes, whimpering, "Mommy."
His tearful eyes tugged at An Ziqi's heartstrings, she touched his little face, "It's okay, Mommy's here."
The little guy must have been worried sick during her unconscious days. Struggling to sit up to hug him, her arms were weak, unable to support her. A pair of large hands slipped under her arms, slowly propping her upright.
The warmth from his hands seeped through the thin hospital gown, causing her heart to ache with a bitter-sweetness.
He leaned in, his soft breath grazed her forehead. An Ziqi lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
Xiao Moli watching her, found her exceptionally endearing. At that moment, all he wanted was to hold her tightly and kiss her.
Unfortunately, a certain naughty child was blissfully unaware of his interruption.