Olivia Thompson walked back to Annie Anne's hospital room, originally wanting to throw herself into Annie's arms again, but seeing the bandaged wound on her arm, she could only place her hands on the edge of the bed and look up at Annie in front of her.
"Mummy."
Her eyes were still somewhat red, and the tears from before had washed them clean and clear, shining with the hue of amber under the dancing sunlight.
Like a treasure of this world.
Annie watched the complex emotions surge once again in her heart.
She wanted to raise her hand to touch Olivia's cheek, but the tips of her fingers touching her palm were exceptionally cold, causing her only to clutch the blanket tightly, whitening her knuckles.
"Annie, don't worry, Mummy is okay now, sorry, Mummy scared you..."
However, as Annie said these comforting words, she could feel her own teeth chattering.
