Luo Qiao and Lu Yichen each held a child, and it took them a while to soothe them. Yanyan reached out her little hand to touch the scabbed wound on her mother's arm and sniffled, "Mommy, does it hurt?"
Luo Qiao kissed Yanyan's little face, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Mommy wasn't careful and tripped, so you mustn't be like Mommy in the future."
Yanyan nodded, "Watch the road, don't fall, it hurts."
After saying that, tears flowed again, "I won't cry, I'm strong."
Luo Qiao smiled, "Yes, our Yanyan and Yueyue must be strong and not cry."
Yueyue reached out to touch the scar on her father's face, "Daddy, ugly, Mommy, don't want."
Lu Yichen burst into laughter upon hearing Yueyue's words, it was something Luo Qiao had joked about before. That day, when Lu Yichen was shaving, he accidentally cut his face. While applying medicine to him, Luo Qiao teased, "Don't scar, it would be so ugly, I might not want you then."
Unexpectedly, almost a month had passed, and Yueyue still remembered.
