"Yes, on that day I still want to be mommy's baby, play with auntie, and continue... to be friends with Dumpling," Congcong mentioned Dumpling, slightly shy, with a sense of timidity.
It momentarily alleviated the somber atmosphere.
I kissed Congcong on the top of her head and asked Bai Yinman, "Do you want to hold her again?"
"No need, I don't want to delay Congcong," Bai Yinman softly lowered her eyelids.
At this moment, she wasn't falling apart, there were no cries or sadness.
She seemed like a shallow moon reflecting on the water, so gentle...
For Congcong, this was a relief.
It was indeed a happy event.
There was no need for excessive sorrow.
