She was afraid. She was afraid that this sudden shock would cause something to go wrong with Little Tang Mo again.
The August weather was brutally hot. Little Tang Mo was covered in sweat from being bundled up, but his face was still deathly pale.
His body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were vacant. On his small face, besides a coldness, there was a trace of hostility.
"Little Mo, look at Mama. Little Mo, can you hear me?"
Su Li's heart leaped into her throat. She spoke again, her voice trembling.
Little Tang Mo's eyes finally moved.
He came back to his senses, looked at Su Li, and wrapped his arms around her neck, burrowing into her embrace.
Su Li's heart twisted in pain. She held him tight. "Little Mo, don't be scared. Mama's here, don't be scared."
Little Tang Mo held her without speaking.
Seeing Little Tang Mo remain silent, Su Li's heart seized with anxiety.
"Little Mo, you can hear Mama's voice, right? Can you answer me, please?"
