"Wow!"

The child's cries were loud. Xia Wan turned her head in Cui Ziqi's arms and saw the little boy lying on the ground not far away.

When he was about four or five years old, his bicycle crashed into a stone pillar next to him, and he fell to the ground crying loudly.

It turns out that the little boy almost hit Xia Wan with his bicycle, and Cui Ziqi pulled her back.

The little boy's mother then caught up and quickly went to him.

"Where did the baby fall? Let me see."

The little boy cried as he held out his hand to show his mother the scratches on it.

The little boy's mother glanced at the few shallow scratches on his hands.

I couldn't help but laugh and reached out to pat the little boy's head.

"Don't you always say you're a man at home? Why are you crying over such a small scratch?"

"But it hurts so much!"

"Our baby is very brave, isn't he? Don't be afraid of this little pain. Mommy will take you to the hospital now."

The little boy sobbed, but gradually smiled as his mother comforted him.

The mother and son picked up their bicycle and walked away.

Xia Wan remained in the position of being held in Cui Ziqi's arms.

She was very close to him and felt his body suddenly stiffen.

His gaze fell on the mother and son who were walking further and further away.

His handsome brows furrowed slightly, and a certain emotion suddenly welled up in his eyes, giving him an almost incredulous look.

Xia Wan got out of his arms and waved in front of his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Cui Ziqi snapped out of her daze and shook her head at Xia Wan.

"It's nothing, let's go back."

He got into the car first, his back view shrouded in a sense of loneliness.

Xia Wan's gaze fell again on the mother and son who had already walked away.

Did Cui Ziqi think of himself and his mother?