When I woke up the next day, the sun was shining and it was a perfect summer day.
Little Bun was curled up like a kitten in Sarah Sullivan's arms, sleeping sweetly.
Sarah Sullivan got up gently but still disturbed Little Bun.
He opened his big, bewildered eyes and stared fixedly at Sarah Sullivan.
Then he used his small hand to gently pinch his own cheek.
As if to confirm whether that warm and peaceful feeling from last night, that warm maternal love, was real or just a dream?
Why is Aunt Sarah here?
Sarah Sullivan laughed, and she also reached out to pinch Brightan's little face: "You slept with me last night, it wasn't a dream."
Little Bun bared his white teeth, smiling radiantly.
But Sarah Sullivan noticed that he still didn't speak.
However, Sarah Sullivan didn't force Little Bun to speak.
Everything will happen in due time, naturally.
"In the future, if you get scared at night, you can come to me," Sarah Sullivan said to Little Bun.
