After almost three months apart, Jia Xuan had grown taller and walked more steadily. Under Zhan Lingtao's guidance, she could even trot.
Ou Lan looked at her daughter, this chubby little cutie, wishing she could swallow her back into her belly.
"Mama." The little cutie could already call her mom, in a tender young voice that melted people's hearts.
Usually, a child this age might not remember or recognize their mom after a month apart because kids have poor memory, and they might feel unfamiliar after not seeing someone for a while.
However, Jia Xuan not only hadn't forgotten her mom but also learned how to call her during her absence.
The more Ou Lan looked at her daughter, the cuter she found her. She couldn't help but kiss her face repeatedly, and once she picked her up, she never wanted to let go.
Zhan Lingtao had become much more sensible. During this time, although he was just a child, he had experienced a rollercoaster of life's ups and downs.
