The next day, when An Lan woke up, she opened her eyes to see Feng Mumu blinking her big, grape-like eyes and lying obediently in her arms, gazing at her. An Lan's heart melted instantly, and she pinched Feng Mumu's slightly chubby baby cheeks.
Feng Mumu giggled with delight.
She buried her head in An Lan's embrace, clutching tightly at An Lan's clothes, suddenly feeling a bit down.
"Pretty sister, you smell like Mommy. I miss Mommy. Guoguo and the others say Mommy and Daddy went to a very far place. Where exactly did they go? Can they come back to see Mumu?"
The little one mumbled, and An Lan paused, her eyes brimming with pity.
For someone Feng Mumu's age, the word "death" was just too cruel, "Mumu's mommy has indeed gone to a very, very far place. When Mumu grows up, you'll understand. I smell like your mommy, so how about you think of me as your mommy?"
An Lan gently tousled Feng Mumu's soft hair, speaking tenderly.
