Ning Xiang chuckled on the other end, "Mom, Xiangxiang wants to sleep now, good night to you."
"Good night, Xiangxiang." She handed the phone back to him, bewildered by her own transformation—it seemed that every time she faced Ning Xiang, the process would repeat: initially remembering that Ning Xiang was Xiangxiang, but by the end, always forgetting that Ning Xiang was Xiangxiang...
It was probably because Ning Xiang, this child, really resonated with her heart.
"What did Ning Xiang say?" he asked her, after putting away the phone.
After pondering for a bit, she honestly said, "He said he never cries when getting shots and told me not to fear the pain." Of course, she wouldn't mention the part about wanting Dad to 'hush hush.'
His eyebrows relaxed slightly, "You truly aren't even a match for Ning Xiang..."
She rolled her eyes at him, unresponsive.
After a while, she urged him, "You should go home, to accompany Ning Xiang."
