qin anlan's fingers caressed his son's soft black hair and he did not say anything else.
his heart ached a little.
he brought xiao muyun to get a blood sample. xiao muyun stretched out her small arms. there were needle marks all over her arms. some of them were new, while some were old. he felt his heart ache just looking at them.
"Daddy, it doesn't hurt." A faint smile appeared on Xiao mu Yun's little face. She was very pretty and looked very much like ye Liangqiu.
qin anlan thought back to the time when ye liangqiu was filming a commercial film. it was a fight scene, and she was hung on wire. most of her back was bruised. at that time, they lived together, and he asked her if it hurt. ye liangqiu was lying on her stomach with her face buried in the pillow, but she said she was not in pain.
Silly girl, how could it not hurt!
