"Yanyan. Yanyan, wake up." Tian Sangsang gently patted Meng Shuyan's pale little face, worried he might fall asleep like this.
Meng Shuyan slowly opened his eyes and called out softly, "Mom."
"Good, you're awake." Tian Sangsang lovingly kissed his cheek, then fed him a bit of glucose water, and asked gently, "Are you hungry? Shall we eat something?"
As she spoke, she took out a small piece of pastry. The pastry was topped with whipped cream, adorned with fruits and chocolate, looking colorful and enticing.
Meng Shuyan couldn't resist the delicate treat and ate a tiny bite from Tian Sangsang's hand. "Mom, you should eat too."
Seeing his expectant gaze, Tian Sangsang took a bite as he wished. Truth be told, she wasn't hungry—her anxiety had already filled her up. She was just about to call Little Milk Tea over to eat something when she glanced around. Where was Little Milk Tea?
