"Be good, Yan Yan, open your mouth!" Yang Muwan's tone was very gentle, and the spoon filled with dumplings was directly delivered to her mouth.

"Mom, haven't you called me that in a long time?" Qiao Anyan opened her eyes, looked at Yang Muwan, and asked with a smile.

In her memory, when she was a child, she had a high fever, and the fever had not gone away. Yang Muwan hugged her very gently and comforted her, calling her to speak.

The contrast ...