Yan Xinxin lay flat on the bed, but she couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard she tried.

She wanted to change her sleeping position, but the current situation didn’t allow it.

Her eyes were wide open, staring at the crystal lamp bathed in a single ray of moonlight, her brows tightly knitted.

Just as she was feeling troubled, a warm hand covered her head.

"Baby, what’s wrong? Can’t sleep? Hmm?"

Mo Chuxi’s deep voice sounded more magnetic and gentle in the dark night.

Yan Xinxin turned her small face and instantly met Mo Chuxi’s tender gaze.

He slightly curved his lips, his deep eyes filled with affection as they focused on her.

"Chuxi, I don’t know why, but I always feel uneasy, and..."

She spoke, pulling Mo Chuxi’s palm to her heart, and after a few seconds, she asked seriously.

"Do you feel it?"

"Yes."

Mo Chuxi nodded slightly.

"It’s very soft."

"..."

Yan Xinxin’s face flushed, and she quickly pushed Mo Chuxi’s hand away.

"That’s not what I meant."

"I know, but it is really soft."

"..."

Listening to his teasing words, Yan Xinxin pretended to be displeased and turned her little face away.

"I’m speaking seriously with you!"

"I’m also very serious."

Mo Chuxi spoke, placing his palm back over Yan Xinxin’s heart.

"Your heart is beating fast. Do you have something on your mind, baby?"

"No."

Yan Xinxin shook her head, then turned her head to meet his gaze.

"Chuxi, can you tell me a story?"

"What does baby want to hear?"

Mo Chuxi gently stroked her hair, his gaze doting.

"Anything is fine. As long as I hear your voice, Chuxi, I think I can fall asleep."

"Mmm."

He smiled and responded, watching as Yan Xinxin closed her eyes. He started telling a story, gently stroking her head, helping her drift to sleep...

The next day.

Ning Zitong woke up groggily from a deep sleep, her face pale as snow.

She sat up and saw a note placed at the bedside, with Mu Jingheng’s handwriting.

He had gone out to buy breakfast and told Ning Zitong not to worry.

"Click!"

Suddenly, the hospital room door burst open.

"Mom!"

Accompanied by a call seemingly full of worry, Ning Zitong looked up to see a girl rushing in from the doorway, her heartbeat speeding up again.

"Mom, are you okay?"

The girl approached the side of the bed, reaching out to hold Ning Zitong’s hand.

"It’s all my fault, Yuan shouldn’t have left home, shouldn’t have left mom again; it’s all Yuan’s fault..."

She blamed herself, and even tears began to fall.

Ning Zitong tried to calm her somewhat chaotic breathing, but the conversation between those two little fellows from yesterday stuck in her mind...

Seeing Ning Zitong’s slightly odd expression, the girl moved closer with deeper concern.

"Mom, what’s wrong? Do you blame Yuan for leaving without a word?"

Hearing the girl in front of her calling her "mom" over and over, Ning Zitong’s heart was in turmoil. After a long time, she returned to her senses, looking deeply at the girl in front of her.

"Yuan, you’re here."

The girl sighed privately with relief upon hearing this, then smiled.

"Yes, Yuan came to see you."

She said, sitting down by the bed and holding Ning Zitong’s hand tightly.

"Mom, Yuan missed you so much..."

She leaned in closer, affectionately resting her head on Ning Zitong’s shoulder, smiling.

Ning Zitong inexplicably felt a chill run down her spine, that strange yet familiar feeling making her whole body uncomfortable.

She tried her best to stabilize her breathing and heartbeat, casting a sidelong glance at the pretty face beside her.

"Yuan, how did you know mom was in the hospital?"

She asked, then shifted her gaze.

"Was it Shaoqian who told you?"