"Mama, do you not remember us anymore?" Luoluo came over and leaned on Suizi, asking her tearfully.
Suizi saw a porcelain doll-like young girl in a yellow dress beside her bed. She looked particularly pretty.
"And me, can't you remember me?" Bobo was about to cry too.
Suizi turned and saw a young boy next to him, wearing a yellow shirt and shorts. Standing with the little maiden, they were remarkably adorable.
"Something feels familiar—" Suizi's eyes were glued to the two children. She found these beautiful kids somehow enchanting; the more she looked at them, the more she liked them.
"Mama doesn't want us anymore!" Luoluo burst into tears.
Her crying twisted Suizi's heart with pain. Subconsciously, she wanted to hold her. But as soon as she moved, she felt pain and her lips turned pale with agony.
Yu Jingting rushed over to hold his daughter next to Suizi, she looked at her son, and he also held him up.
