The crying grew louder and louder, Xiaolove, Xiaolove.
"Xiaolove."
An Ziqi suddenly screamed and finally awoke from her dream, opening her eyes.
The darkness enveloped her, and beside her was Xiao Qian'ai's heart-wrenching cries.
She... was she in Xiaolove's room?
She was clearly sleeping in her own bedroom, how could she suddenly appear in Xiaolove's room?
Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of the room, and she saw Xiao Qian'ai clinging to the bedside, hanging there, sobbing as her short little legs desperately kicked trying to climb onto the bed but couldn't manage to.
Without thinking about why, she urgently bent down and fumbled to pick the little one up.
The little one resisted, refusing to be held, crying even harder.
She reached out her little hand to hit her, "Don't hug, don't."
"Xiaolove, be good, don't cry."
An Ziqi just assumed Xiao Qian'ai fell off the bed in the middle of the night and couldn't recognize her.
