On the bed.
Momo's smile froze on her face.
The hand holding the phone trembled a few times, finally losing the strength to grip it, letting it slip through her palm, dropping onto the sheets.
She pressed her lips tightly, trying hard to control the heat that was rushing to her eyes.
But in the end, she couldn't control it.
Her eyes grew moist.
She couldn't explain the kind of pain in her heart, only that the suffocation at that moment made it hard to breathe for a long time.
Even her blood seemed to freeze and cool at that moment.
She didn't want to believe it was true.
But the color drained bit by bit from her face.
Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Momo finally regained a trace of sanity.
Suppressing the urge to cry from her grievance and sadness, she turned slightly, her back facing the approaching Wen Ran.
Quickly picking up the phone from the sheets, she got out of bed.
And said to Wen Ran, "Mom, I'm going to the bathroom too."
