Song qingxiao used her will to defend her mind and did not say a word.
After an unknown period of time, a rustling sound came from the child's direction.
He sat up and stared at where song qingxiao was.
After a long time, song qingxiao thought that he would sit like this until dawn, but he suddenly crawled in her direction.
A small, cold hand grabbed her hand and gently pulled it away.
She relaxed her breathing and allowed him to remove her hand.
A petite and thin body snuggled into her arms. The child rested his head on her shoulder, grabbed her fingers, and sat his entire body in her arms.
His thin arms reached out and wrapped around her neck.
His cold face came close and leaned on her chest. He called out softly, "
"Mother ..."
This call was filled with endless attachment and reluctance.
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