In the ink Garden, Shen chengjing could not fall asleep. She watched as Jiang Yuanyuan hung up the phone, got up, and went to the next room. She sat by the bed and watched the child sleep soundly.
"Mom." Mo Qingcheng seemed to be very happy in her sleep. She mumbled "mommy" and even raised her little hand.
Shen chengjing reached out, took her hand, and put it back under the blanket.
When she came out, she saw the little thing slowly walking up the stairs.
"Where did you go? Is it raining outside?" She hugged the little thing and realized that the little thing's fur was wet!
The little one was afraid of hurting her and wanted to jump down, but Shen chengjing held her tightly.
"It's okay. Come, I'll help you wipe it. " Shen chengjing said as she carried the little thing to the side. After giving it a warm bath, she wiped it with a towel.
