Those familiar gentle eyes were staring at him without blinking.
"mother……"
The eldest spoke softly, his voice a little hoarse.
Qiao Anle raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.
She stroked the eldest child's face and asked softly.
"Big boy, how do you feel? Is there any pain anywhere on your body? Don't be afraid, tell me and let me know."
The eldest child blinked in confusion.
Slow down.
Memories flooded his mind like a raging sea.
Embarrassed, angry, and in pain.
But there is still…
The warm body temperature of his mother, the sweet smell, and her hands holding him tightly in her arms.
He heard...
I heard my mother say that they were her own children...the apple of her eye...her darlings...
In this case.
The eldest had never heard of it.
When he was by the river, although he was a little unconscious, he curled up in Qiao Anle's arms.
The rise and fall of Qiao Anle's chest when she spoke, the resonance in her chest, and her unwavering words.
Every word.
They are all deeply engraved in his heart.
Not forgotten at all!
Dazai's eyes suddenly turned red, and hot tears welled up from the bottom of his eyes, filling up his eye sockets in an instant, and flowing down from the corners of his eyes.
Qiao Anle was startled.
She hurriedly touched the eldest cub's body, fearing that she had not checked carefully enough and missed the wound.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Where does it hurt? Don't cry, big boy, tell your mother quickly! Don't cry, don't cry, we are at home now, your parents are here, no one will bully you anymore."
Qiao Anle comforted him anxiously.
While speaking.
The eldest boy shook his head while crying.
He raised his hands and hugged Qiao Anle's neck.
Sobbing.
"Mother...mother...mother..."
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