Listening to the little one's milky voice calling her "Mommy," even the coldest heart melted.
Jian Qing lifted her hand to caress his little face, her gaze touching upon the wound on his knee, her delicate brows lightly furrowed, "Does it hurt, hmm?"
Nineteen shook his head, his rosy little lips pouting, "Mommy, kiss."
Jian Qing lowered her eyes to his pouted lips, could not help but be amused by him, and leaned in to plant a kiss on his tender cheek.
"Giggle, giggle!"
Receiving a kiss from Mommy, Nineteen laughed with his eyes squeezed shut, the tears in his eyes instantly swept away clean.
Seeing her brother held and kissed by Mommy, Seventeen immediately felt jealous in Quan Jingwu's arms, squirming and struggling to come down and find Jian Qing.
"Mommy!"
Jian Qing was examining Nineteen's wound when she heard the call behind her. She turned her head and saw Seventeen's watery face crumpled, reaching out his little hands for her to hold him.
