In the room.
"Bam—" Once in the bedroom, Nian Xiaomu reached out to close the door. Then, she placed Xiao Liuliu on the sofa.
She studied the little girl before her carefully.
A head of fine and soft hair was knotted into a top bun.
The delicate little face had inherited Yu Yuehan's good looks. It was an uncanny resemblance; except that it was adorable for Xiao Liuliu, but cold as an iceberg for Yu Yuehan.
Looking at her small, giggly face and that sweet dimple…
Nian Xiaomu's heart was totally melting.
"Why did you want me to look after you? Do you remember me?" Nian Xiaomu walked forward and sat down beside her, fondly pinching her little face.
This was the only reason she could think of.
"Xiao Liuliu pain pain, lost a lot a lot of blood, saw pretty sister…" the little girl hastily replied to her question, even gesturing with her injured arm.
