The small figure on the bed seemed uncomfortable, turning over on the soft bed.
Because of her restlessness, even the entire small bed seemed to shake a bit.
In her dream, the little one mumbled vaguely, "Mama."
This sound seemed like a command, breaking the silence of the night.
It also shattered the tranquility and stillness of the room.
An Ziqi finally moved, taking two steps forward.
Her body was pressed tightly against the small bed.
Due to her movement, the bell hanging at the top of the bed jingled crisply a few times.
A hand slightly lifted, reaching out towards the small figure on the bed.
Just as it was about to grab her, it stopped, as if struggling with something.
The jingling bell sound woke the little one on the bed.
Xiao Qian'ai stomped her little arms and legs a few times, then opened her eyes in a daze.
Seeing a dark shadow standing motionless before her, she reached out her little hand to rub her eyes.
