Seeing the hand extended towards him, Xiao Huai'an hesitated for a moment, then carefully took it.
This was the first time he held his mom's hand.
Every time he saw other children holding their mother's hand, he felt very sad and aggrieved.
Why wasn't his mom like other moms?
Now, he finally held his mother's hand.
His mom's hand was soft, so comfortable.
Xiao Huai'an couldn't help but quietly lift the corners of his mouth and held on tighter.
Feeling the small hand tighten momentarily, Xu Jing was slightly taken aback, glancing down at the little one beside her.
The child's hand was very small, barely able to hold two of her fingers. Even when he exerted more force, it felt like a little kitten scratching, soft and gentle.
Yet the endless attachment and joy conveyed through it made that tiny claw seem to scratch at her heart, ticklish with an indescribable feeling.
At this moment, a frantic voice suddenly came from not far away, "Where are you, little lord? Little lord!"
