As a painter, the most important things are the eyes and the hands.
They cannot have any issues.
Over the years, Mu Qingqiu's eyesight has always been very good.
Mu Wan nodded uneasily, then spoke.
"Okay... thank you."
...
When delivered to the ward, Mu Qingqiu was already asleep.
Mu Wan knew that Mu Qingqiu must have been agitated by Wu Kun's remarks about taking her away.
Mu Wan's beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of coldness, she reached out her small hand to hold the woman's tiny hand, and softly said: "Mom... don't scare me like this again, otherwise... I will be terrified..."
Mu Qingqiu's health is very important to me.
Depending on each other for survival... If anything happens to the other person.
To me... it would be despair.
With a smile on her lips, Mu Wan, although full of worries, still tried her best to gather herself, then took the initiative to pick up a damp towel and gently wiped Mu Qingqiu's face, neck, and hands clean.
