"Yueyue, Xuanxuan has been crying all the time." When Liao Yun carried Little Baozi, Zhuo Xuan, who was crying loudly, into the room, she saw Zhuo Xiangqiao comforting the sobbing Lin Yue.
She glanced with curiosity but wisely didn't ask what had happened earlier.
As a mother herself, if her child encountered such an ordeal, her emotions would be equally unstable.
As soon as Lin Yue saw Little Baozi being carried in by Liao Yun, she immediately broke free from Zhuo Xiangqiao, jumped off the bed, and rushed towards Liao Yun.
Only when she held him in her arms did she feel her heart calm down slightly.
"Xuanxuan..." Lin Yue gently rocked the child in her arms, her face pressed tightly against his little face.
Smelling the milky scent emanating from him and feeling the softness of his little face, Lin Yue's tears finally fell uncontrollably.
Thinking of when he was held hostage by Lin Yao, Lin Yue's heart ached as if it were being gripped by something.
