Seemingly sensing his presence, she mumbled, "Xiao Moli."
"I'm here."
Xiao Moli whispered soothingly into her ear.
An Ziqi shrank back into his arms, tightly clutching the corner of his clothes as if she was afraid he would abandon her.
Xiao Moli tightened his arm around her, lowered his head to kiss her knitted brows and only then did An Ziqi fall deeply asleep.
The next morning when An Ziqi woke up, she felt something cool and soft on her cheek - as if a feather was gently brushing across.
She opened her eyes to see Xiao Yining's little face close to hers. Upon seeing her awake, his small lips pursed, and he whispered, "Mommy."
An Ziqi lifted her hand to softly caress his head, only to feel a twinge of pain on her arm.
She looked down to see a bandage wrapped around her arm and finally remembered being cut by porcelain shards yesterday.
There was a slight dent in the bedsheets, seemingly bearing his remnants, she knew that he had been there all of last night.
