"Yip yip...meow."
Feng Ying didn't throw a tantrum, at this moment, she just worriedly curled in the collar of Feng Yin's shirt, her tiny body visibly trembling.
This was the tremor of fear of loss.
Her small head kept rubbing against Feng Yin's chin, as if acting cute. Although they had only been separated for a little more than half a day, Feng Ying still keenly sensed the lingering tension in Feng Yin's body.
Feng Yin was taken aback at this realization.
I thought Feng Ying could only say 'yip yip,' but she unexpectedly can also 'meow.' Why does she seldom express it?
Now, in her anxious state, she meowed twice unintentionally?
Feng Ying lifted her tiny paw gently, pressing it onto Feng Yun's chest. It was a gentle yet firm press. She raised her head and said: "Yip yip."
Warmth filled Feng Yin's heart.
Is this little one expressing that no matter what happens, she will always be there for me, sharing life and death together?
Oh, how touching and affectionate.
