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Chapter 61

The morning sun shines on my face, as gentle as my mother's hands.

Murong Rong finally woke up and looked at the blue sky outside through the small slit of the tent. She didn't know how many days she had slept.

Mu'er...

My lips were dry and painful, and my throat was dry and scratchy. I wanted to shout, but no sound came out.

Murong Rong stretched out her hand with difficulty and waved down the cup beside the bed.

The cup clattered to the ground, spilling water all over the floor.

The door of the tent was opened and Mu'er got in. When she saw Murong Rong waking up, she threw herself into Murong's arms. She was so scared that she cried loudly, "Sister, you scared me to death. I thought you would never wake up again."

Come--"

Murong Rong opened her mouth, her throat was so dry that she couldn't say anything, and she was so anxious that she burst into tears.

Mu'er picked up the cup, poured some more water, and fed Murong Rong to drink.

After moistening his throat, Murong Rong asked hoarsely: "Where is the child? Is the child okay?"

Mu'er nodded: "Grandma just carried you out. Sister, you have been sleeping for two days. Mu'er is very scared..."

Mu'er's eyes were red and filled with tears.

"Fool, my sister said that she would never leave Mu'er. You must have suffered a lot in the past two days..."

Mu'er quickly shook her head, wiped away the tears on her face, and said sensibly: "I'm not miserable at all! Sister, do you want to see your little nephew? I'll ask grandma to carry him back."

"Is it a man?"

"Um!"

"Bring him over here, let me take a look at him..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the grandmother who delivered Murong Rong came in with the baby in her arms and said with a smile: "Baby, are you awake? Come and take a look at this baby. This baby is so good. He doesn't like to cry or make trouble. He's so young.

That’s very sensible.”

Murong Rong took her son, held her in her arms, looked at his sleeping face, and smiled slowly. No matter how hard it was, it was all worth it.

Grandma gave Murong Rong a small bag of milk powder, "I asked for this from the doctor at the small clinic on the street. You have been sleeping for the past two days, so I had to make milk powder for the child. Fortunately, he is not picky about food."

"Thank you, grandma..." Murong Rong said gratefully. If it weren't for these kind people, she wouldn't be able to sit here and hold her child today.


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