On the third night after Pan Shuyi's departure, Mu Xinlan received a text message on her phone: Miss Pan Shuyi has passed away. We will handle the posthumous affairs according to her wishes. Please be informed!
Her phone fell to the ground from her hand, her expression sad. Although she was mentally prepared for this, receiving such a text still inevitably made her feel sorrowful.
"Mommy, come over and tell me a story!"
Angel lay on the bed, looking curiously at Mu Xinlan standing at the room's door, "Mommy, your phone fell down! Why haven't you picked it up?"
"Oh!..."
Mu Xinlan mechanically bent down to pick up the phone from the floor, walked into the room, and tightly hugged Angel in her arms.
Her nose tingled with sadness; Pan Shuyi had just passed away, and she couldn't tell Angel, she even had to help keep it a secret until Angel came of age.
"Mommy, what's wrong?"
