When she got home from work, An Ning hadn't even changed into her slippers yet when she saw Wang Ma rush over, sweaty. "Mommy is finally back. Don't cry, Princess Xinxin."
An Ning took the child and wiped her tear-streaked little face. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Dad... Dad..." Xinxin sobbed until her throat was hoarse.
An Ning held her daughter, soothing her back and forth. "You miss Daddy, don't you? But Daddy is at work, he can't come back yet. Xinxin, please don't cry, alright? Daddy will be back soon."
"No, want Dad..."
In the midst of her crying, the child uttered her first words in life.
Seeing her child's eager face, An Ning felt both joy and the urge to weep.
Overwhelmed by mixed emotions, she laughed and cried at the same time. "Baby... you can talk now, you're amazing."
"Dad... want Dad..." Uncooperatively, Xinxin kept squirming and crying.
"Daddy will be back soon, no crying, okay?" An Ning coaxed.
