Jiu Jiu seemed to have sensed something, or perhaps he was frightened by the sight of his mother lying immobilized on the sofa, and suddenly burst into tears.
He anxiously pushed against the heavy cushion blocking him, but his strength was too small; he couldn't move the cushion that was even taller than him. The small child was trapped on the opposite sofa, unable to move, drenched in sweat.
The loud cry echoed in the spacious living room.
To Nan Wan's ears, it felt like thousands of sharp needles simultaneously stabbing her heart, a pain so intense it nearly suffocated her.
Yu Qinglu seemed deaf to everything, leaning over to approach the limp and powerless Nan Wan on the sofa, gently smiling as she asked, "Are you very scared?"
This seemed to be the most intensely Jiu Jiu had cried since birth, his cheeks flushed red, tears rolling down one after another, struggling endlessly for his mother's embrace.
