Yang Mu'an's face was so pale that even his lips had lost all color, but the moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were like black gemstones soaked in the gurgling streams in the mountains, so clear and transparent that they contained no impurities.
Mu Wanqing looked at her son's beautiful eyes and suddenly felt her heart melt.
The anxiety that was running through every part of the body and every cell was instantly calmed down.
Mu Wanqing has never felt that the world is so quiet and beautiful, the heaven and earth are silent, and everything is silent.
She just lay on the edge of the bed, looking at her son.
Yang Mu'an had just woken up and seemed a little confused about the situation.
Until Nishimachi came in with doctors and nurses, wanting to keep Mu Wanqing away temporarily, they were going to do a detailed examination, but...she held Yang Muan's hand, but before it was pulled away, Yang Muan suddenly lost control and cried loudly:
"I want mom to stay with me, mom, don't go, wuwu~, don't leave An An. Mom... you stay here with An An. An An hurts. An An hurts so much..."
Mu Wanqing felt her heart convulsing in pain as she listened to her son's cries.
Tears fell uncontrollably. She turned her head eagerly to see the man standing at the door with her hands in her trouser pockets, his expression eager and pleading.
Admiring Mu Fan's three-dimensional and chiseled face, he wrinkled up for the first time, losing his usual calmness and calmness, not knowing whether he was angry or worried.
He stood at the door, his thin lips trembling slightly, looking like he was hesitating to speak.
In the end, he didn't say anything and just stood there dryly.
After a moment, he turned away and left without looking back...
Nishimachi and the doctor checked Yang Muan's body, and then transferred him to the VIP ward, with Mu Wanqing guarding her every step of the way.
"Mom, I just had a dream, dreaming about you." Yang Mu'an leaned obediently in Mu Wanqing's arms, her little hand still holding the infusion needle tightly holding Mu Wanqing's waist.
His little head rested on Mu Wanqing's arm.
Mu Wanqing's arm held down by him naturally hugged him, while her other hand held the infusion tube tightly. In this way, the liquid flowing into her son's body would not be cold.
She rubbed his little head with her face, and then asked: "What did you dream about, Mom?!"
Yang Mu'an raised her bright eyes, looked straight at her, and then said seriously: "I dreamed that my mother bought An An a very cute puppy. It's black."
Yang Mu'an has wanted to keep a dog since she was a child, but she was worried about his health and feared that dog hair would be accidentally inhaled into his respiratory tract and make it difficult for him to breathe, so she always disagreed.
Mu Wanqing put her lips against his forehead, and then said in a soft voice: "An'an, when you get better, your mother promises to buy you a cute little black dog, okay?! You can't keep a dog now."
"Mom..." Yang Muan suddenly screamed.
"What's the matter?!"
"Did you know that there are many big iron cages in the backyard of my uncle's house?! There are so many cages in them..." At this point, Yang Mu'an suddenly stopped.
Mu Wanqing asked curiously: "What are there so many in there?!"
