Rolling around on Qiao An's bed, "It has the smell of mama~"
Mu Jingxi: "..."
Little Nuomi hugged the cup and sniffed it blissfully, sighing, "It's fragrant~"
After playing for a while, Little Nuomi felt bored. She sat up with a thud, clutching the quilt, and asked seriously, "Daddy, when is mama coming back?"
"Don't know." Mu Jingxi irritably poured a cup of water and took a sip.
"Will mama come back tonight?"
"Don't know."
"Daddy, how come you don't know anything?" A tone full of disdain.
Mu Jingxi: "..."
He sighed and sat by the bedside, "Lie down, daddy will tell you a story."
"No, Little Nuomi wants to tell mama a story."
Mu Jingxi: "..."
Little Nuomi wrapped herself in the quilt, stubbornly waiting for Qiao An to come back.
Since she wanted to wait, Mu Jingxi didn't stop her; if she didn't run into obstacles, she wouldn't turn back.
When she's tired, she'll naturally fall asleep.
Father and daughter waiting and waiting.
Longing desperately.
