"Mommy..."

Song Yunxuan heard the innocent voice of a familiar child in a trance.

She frowned and grasped the quilt tightly.

Outside the window, a little moonlight glinted through the dark clouds, bright and clear.

The snow on the windowsill reflected the moonlight.

"Mommy?"

The child called again.

"Miaomiao..." Song Yunxuan murmured, "Miaomiao?"

No one in the room responded to ...