Nothing was missing, nor was there anything unfamiliar to her; everything was just as she remembered, making her feel much more at ease.
She glanced occasionally towards the bathroom, eager for Jun Moyan to come out; Wen Xiao'ai was even more anxious than him. She disliked being alone, especially after experiencing those three years of solitude.
Suddenly, someone twisted the doorknob, and the door opened. Wen Xiao'ai heard the sound and immediately turned to look towards the door.
After a short wait, she saw the little one carrying a small pillow, inch by inch, slowly move inside, then stand there, looking at her.
"An'an." Wen Xiao'ai immediately sat up.
"Come here quickly." She beckoned to the little one.
Seeing Wen Xiao'ai letting him come over, the little one instantly revived, holding the small pillow, and ran to the bedside, then quickly took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.
