Zhao Wanqing stared at Ji Wei in disbelief. Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.
Ji Wei didn't linger any longer. Holding An An tightly, she merged into the crowd at the airport. It wasn't until she had walked a long distance away that she felt the icy tears trickling down her cheeks.
An An lay quietly in her arms, his pure and bright little eyes staring unblinkingly at his mother.
Sensing that his mother seemed to be crying, the little one unconsciously pouted his lips, looking like he was about to cry too.
Noticing her son's expression, Ji Wei quickly wiped away the traces of her tears. She tried her best to put on a smile as she lowered her head and gently said to her son, "An An, Mommy isn't crying, okay? So An An shouldn't cry either, understand?"
An An gazed steadily at his mother's reddened eyes, babbling in baby talk. His chubby little hands reached out determinedly, trying to grab hold of Ji Wei's neck.
"You want to hug Mommy, don't you?"
