He didn't speak, but his eyes moved; he looked at Wen Xiao'ai's eyes, her nose, her mouth, and even her ears, as if comparing them with a photo.
Still silent, he continued to stare at Wen Xiao'ai with those bright, round eyes.
"An'an, I'm sorry…" Wen Xiao'ai apologized to him.
The little guy pursed his small mouth.
"Can Mommy give you a hug?" She asked him, looking nervously and expectantly at the little one.
The little guy looked at Wen Xiao'ai for a moment, then glanced at Jun Moyan, and then back at Wen Xiao'ai, shuffling a small step forward.
Wen Xiao'ai embraced him, kissing his little face repeatedly, holding him tightly, bursting with joy.
