"Qiuqiu." Qiao Mu fondled his small head dotingly. "Don't be so naughty, okay? Do you know how sad I've been during this time? Hurry and wake up."
The little boy suddenly started trembling all over, and his voice was particularly feeble. "You, you also want me to disappear too."
Disappear?
Could it be that this seed fragment of Qiuqiu's had already engendered its own consciousness?
This was a bit troublesome.
Qiao Mu furrowed her brows as she looked down at the toddler nestled obediently in the crook of her arm.
His large eyes were moist and tinged with grief. Furthermore, his gaze also showed his distrust.
Qiao Mu set him down and crouched down in front of him. She patted his head. "You didn't go all out when you were attacking me inside the barrier, right."
