“An'an only has poop.”
"And what about your mother?"
“An'an doesn’t have a mommy.”
The mother is an unknown figure with only a vague concept, and Xiao Anman's answer seems somewhat cruel to others.
But she herself didn't feel that way; she was already very happy after having a father.
Zhong Jiayi then realized that he had asked a question he shouldn't have, but... he also didn't have a mother.
According to the wicked aunt, her mother disappeared after abandoning her to her father because her grandparents disliked her and said she was malicious.
There isn't even a single photo of Zhong Jiayi's mother in the Zhong family, and Zhong Jiayi has never seen what his mother looks like.
His father never mentioned his mother.
Children without mothers know only in their own hearts how much they miss their mothers.
Perhaps because of this commonality, Zhong Jiayi hesitated for a moment and said softly, "I only have a father too."
Moreover, compared to Gu Tingxiao, Zhong Jiayi's father, whom she rarely saw, was now just a name.
Zhong Jiayi spoke very softly, but Xiao Anman still heard her.
Children's sadness is probably universal. Sensing Zhong Jiayi's somewhat downcast mood, Xiao Anman gently patted Zhong Jiayi's hand with her other little hand.
The warmth from the back of his hand helped Zhong Jiayi pull herself out of her emotions.
He gazed at the little silly girl in front of him, whose milky scent he could still faintly smell, and looked at her angelic, delicate, and beautiful face. For the first time, he couldn't hold back his emotions.
Xiao An touched Zhong Jiayi's usually cold face with a curious hand, because the expression on that face was unusually gentle at this moment.
Zhong Jiayi, who had just been touched by Xiao Anman, released Xiao Anman's hand as if she had been electrocuted and took a step back.
"What are you doing!"
With her big, dark eyes blinking innocently, Xiao An stared blankly at Zhong Jiayi. She just wanted to touch his face to see why it had suddenly changed.
"Kids in the back, keep up!"
"An'an, Jiajia, come quick! Teacher DouDou is taking us somewhere else!"
The two little ones, unaware that they had strayed from the group, looked back and saw that the other children had already walked several steps away.
As if he had immediately forgotten what had just happened, Zhong Jiayi nodded and quickly ran towards the large group of Little Raindrop Class.
Xiao Anman was left alone, watching him run away.
"An'an, come quick!"
Some children saw that Xiao An wasn't moving and thought she hadn't heard them, so they called her again.
With her little hands tucked in her sleeves, Xiao Anman imitated Zhong Jiayi and ran forward quickly.
"Thud—"
It hadn't gone far when it crashed into an obstacle.
Little Anman, bounced back from the obstacle and landed on her bottom with her two little hands, trying to get up with some difficulty.
But then she saw a pair of hands with black nail polish reach under her armpits and easily lift her up.
Xiao An raised her eyes.
A black hat and black mask, long hair, and amber eyes—it was the long-haired woman I'd seen before.
This was the third time she had seen those eyes.
Xuan Yin never imagined that he would be remembered by his three-year-old target while he was scouting and keeping watch.
How could such a tiny creature possibly recognize him?
Weighing the little ball of flesh in his hand, Xuan Yin felt that making fifty million was far too easy.
Within two days, Xiao An was once again picked up in a strange way, and she squirmed uncomfortably.
These hands were incredibly strong, and Xiao Anman couldn't move them in the slightest.
Moreover, because he was very close to the strange long-haired woman, his thick aura of bloodshed and killing intent emanated from him without any concealment around Xiao Anman.
A sense of tension she had never felt before gradually made her uneasy.
Her rosy lips pursed, and beads of sweat appeared on Xiao Anman's nose due to the impact of her sense of danger.
The little thing knows fear?
Beneath the mask, Xuan Yin's lips curled into a wicked smile.
It's okay to be afraid, but being afraid won't help anyway.
"An'an, how are you? Are you alright?"
When Teacher DouDou saw AnAn bump into someone's leg, she rushed over immediately.
As Xuan Yin weighed the little Anman in his hand one last time, he put it down on the ground the moment Teacher Dou Dou approached him, and left the museum as if nothing had happened.
"An'an?"
Teacher DouDou ignored the girl who was acting strangely and didn't apologize after bumping into the child. She first helped Xiao Anman up and checked her over from head to toe.
"Does it hurt, An'an?"
Teacher DouDou asked a question with some concern.
"It doesn't hurt."
An An shook her head, but the long-haired woman's hug had really made her uncomfortable.
It's good that she's alright. Teacher Dou Dou saw that she didn't seem to have any serious problems, so she was relieved.
"Come on, An'an, let's hold the teacher's hand and walk together."
As Xiao Anman walked forward holding Teacher Dou Dou's hand, she could still feel that strange feeling hadn't dissipated. She looked back and saw that the long-haired sister wasn't behind her.
Those amber eyes also disappeared for many days.
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When Gu Tingxiao brought Xiao Anman back to the old house over the weekend, Old Madam Gu was overjoyed.
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