In the dim light, Mumu looked like a little angel.
An Lan was stunned for a moment, unable to tell whether the Mumu in front of her was an illusion or real. She cautiously reached out her hand, touching Mumu's face. The warmth told her that the Mumu in front of her was real.
Her fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face. She pulled Feng Mumu tightly into her arms and burst into tears.
Feng Mumu seemed startled, then her little hands, just like An Lan used to comfort her, patted An Lan's back gently, saying in a childish voice, "Pretty sister, don't cry."
At this moment, the door to the ward opened.
Huo Zhanting's silhouette appeared at the door against the light, holding a little boy by the hand. Tears were still clinging to An Lan's eyelashes as she stared blankly at the entrance, a barely audible sigh coming from the room.
