Ruan Jiaojiao didn't remember what Shu Jiao looked like, but she inexplicably felt that this older brother must resemble Shu Jiao a lot. She tilted her head up, watching his laughing face, and without knowing why, she blurted out, "Big brother, what does Mom look like?"
It was as if someone pressed the pause button, the smile on Ruan Hao's face instantly froze.
In a corner that Ruan Jiaojiao couldn't see, he quietly clenched his fist, then softened his expression and bent down to pick her up.
"Is Jiaojiao missing Mom?" His voice was even gentler than the spring breeze in April.
Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, feeling as if she was nodding on behalf of the consciousness that might still exist in her body.
"Then, does Jiaojiao remember what Mom said to her the night before she left?"
Ruan Jiaojiao shook her head.
