1847. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Lin Wanwan blinked her big eyes, smiling sweetly at Lin Guanguan, "It only hurt a little when I got the shot, but now I don't feel anything anymore."
Every time Lin Guanguan saw this innocent look on Lin Wanwan's face, she felt even more distressed.
She's so young yet already knows how to comfort herself...
Seeing Lin Guanguan's tears about to burst out, Mu Shaojing strode over.
He reached out and gathered Lin Wanwan into his arms, his warm hand gently rubbing her small tummy, "Baby, does your stomach still hurt?"
Lin Wanwan loved being held by Mu Shaojing like this the most. She could rest her head against his chest, feeling very secure.
Hearing Daddy's gentle voice, Lin Wanwan shook her head with a beaming smile, "Daddy, Wanwan is very brave, not afraid of pain!"
"Such a good girl!" Mu Shaojing's lips curved slightly as he gently kissed Lin Wanwan's delicate forehead.
