Chun...
The two syllables felt like a beam of light piercing into the depths of the heart.
Yan Xinxin stood there, slightly dazed, gazing at the small, delicate figure. Step by step, the little girl approached her, her large, crystal-clear eyes sparkling like glass.
The tiny figure was dressed in a cherry blossom pink dress, swaying lightly in the summer evening breeze, along with her fluttering hair. The rhythm seemed to sway something deep within Yan Xinxin's heart.
Like a little angel, so adorable, so pure.
"Mama."
Little Chenxi walked up to Yan Xinxin, tilting her head up, her small face lifted toward her.
"Mama, I'm Chun! I'm Mama's most beloved little Chun."
"Chun..."
Yan Xinxin softly repeated the name, as though savoring each syllable.
For a moment, she furrowed her brows, deep in thought. Then the furrow tightened further.
Her thoughts began to twist and pull incessantly.
