He was still carrying his big-mouthed monkey backpack, and his cap was slanted on his head. His delicate little face was dirty, and his clothes were dirty as well. His two clear black eyes looked at her with a hint of confusion.
"Yanyan!"
Su Ruowan bent down and hugged the little one in front of her tightly. She caressed his thin body. Su Ruowan had a kind of excitement and excitement of recovering what she had lost. Her tears could not help but fall.
Su Ruowan cried for a long time, but she realized that the child in her arms did not have any reaction. She was so scared that she immediately let go of him and carefully checked him from head to toe. She muttered," Yanyan, why aren't you saying anything? Were you frightened? Are you injured? Yanyan?"
"Wanwan?"
