In the room, Mu Xinlan carefully placed Angel onto the bed. Angel was sleeping soundly, but her little hand was still clutching onto her clothes.
"This little girl!"
Mu Xinlan gently took Angel's hand away, covered her with a small blanket, stroked her little face, and kissed her forehead, saying tenderly, "Angel, have a sweet dream!"
Cheng Zhiming stood behind her, watching her actions in a daze. Since Angel's birth, she hadn't experienced a mother's love, yet her actions seemed so natural, as if she truly were Angel's mother.
He felt a part of his heart cave in, and an aching sense emerged.
Mu Xinlan stood up and stepped back, not realizing someone was behind her. As she felt herself stepping on someone, she immediately moved aside but didn't find her balance and began to fall. Cheng Zhiming quickly reached out to support her.
"Ah!"
