"Jingheng..."
Meng Mu's anxious voice came again, and Xiao Heng opened the bathroom door, "Auntie, Jingheng is here."
Behind Xiao Heng, Meng Mu saw her timid little daughter, deeply relieved, stepped forward and held her hand, "Why did you get up so early, you scared mom to death."
Meng Jingyi looked at Meng Mu, thinking of the scene at the funeral where she was hugging her own coffin, unwilling to be buried, crying so heartbreakingly, her eyes uncontrollably reddened.
Meng Mu watched her cry and instead laughed, "Were you scared? It's okay now, it's okay..."
Meng Jingyi couldn't help but embrace Meng Mu tightly, murmuring softly, "Mom... it hurts so much..."
It really hurt, the pain of a head injury, the heartache from being deeply hurt by love, the suffocating pain at the time of death, the pain of parting, each one left her with lingering fear.
