Ning Xiang had been closely observing her, and in this moment of mother-son connection, anxiously grabbed her bleeding finger. The apple fell to the ground as "Mom" slipped from her lips.
"Dad, Dad, come save Mom, Mom's bleeding!" Ning Xiang shouted.
Ning Zhiqian smiled faintly, Juanzi's ruse had worked well; Ning Xiang was so kind-hearted.
Just as he was about to go out, he saw Juanzi take a band-aid from her bag. Ning Xiang's little hands fumbled to help her, and soon the wound was covered. The air cleared between them.
Gradually, their conversation became more relaxed. Ning Xiang even nestled into Juanzi's embrace. Seeing his son's finally bright and carefree smile eases his heart, but for some reason, it also brought a sting of sadness.
Juanzi had come prepared with a big bag—not only with food but also toys. She played with the remote-control car with Ning Xiang, quickly hitting it off.
