These past two days, when Ruan Qingling asked Song Ji to come over, she also brought Ya Ya along.
Ya Ya looked at her mother lying in bed, and tears streamed down her face with worry.
Ruan Qingling knew that children sometimes couldn't keep things to themselves like adults, so when Ya Ya came over, she could only lie on the bed.
"Mommy, are you and your younger brother and sister doing okay?" The little girl stood by the bed, her brows furrowed, her little hand still holding Ruan Qingling's hand, and asked with concern.
Ruan Qingling smiled slightly and said, "Okay, Yaya, don't worry, Mommy is fine now."
Ya Ya sniffed worriedly and asked, "Why isn't Mommy home yet?"
Ruan Qingling could only explain, "It's not that Mom doesn't want to come home, it's that Mom can't come home right now. Mom has to stay in the hospital for a while longer. Once Mom gives birth to my younger brother and sister, then I can come home."
Ya Ya looked up and asked innocently, "Mommy, do I have to wait until my younger brother and sister are born?"
Ruan Qingling nodded and said, "Yes."
Ya Ya felt that having a younger brother or sister was too hard: "So after Mom has a younger brother or sister this time, she won't have any more."
I never expected that the little girl would know how to care for her mother.
Ruan Qingling felt a deep sense of comfort.
I didn't raise this daughter in vain.
Ruan Huaizhu quickly picked up Yaya and said, "Okay, your mother needs to rest. Let her rest quickly, don't let her get too tired."
Ya Ya dared not cling to Ruan Qingling anymore, but she glanced at her with concern.
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