"If you're tired, stop and rest for a while." Meng Yuan held the dumpling in one hand and carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead with the other.
Zhao Ling shook her head, "It's almost there, don't delay the time, I haven't moved like this for a long time, it's good to sweat." Seeing the dumpling's body moving, she turned behind Meng Yuan, and saw that the dumpling was slender and curled up. His eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then his big round eyes opened.
"Duanzi woke up?" Zhao Ling looked at him with a smile and asked.
"Well, mother, have we arrived yet?" Tuanzi raised his head from Meng Yuan's shoulder and looked around, it seemed like a big mountain here.
"We're almost there." Zhao Ling patted his head, "Your father hugged you all the way, come down and walk by yourself?"
