Yunduo's little head drooped even lower as she softly and timidly said, "I'm sorry, Yanyan."
"Alright, let's head to the hospital first. Whatever needs to be said, we can discuss on the way."
Understanding how important her biological mother was to Little Yunduo, Yan Xiaye's bright and clear eyes dimmed in disappointment. She stood up and thanked the security guard.
The security guard, a young man, waved his hands awkwardly, his cheeks slightly red. "Don't thank me. We're just glad we found the little master safe and sound."
Little Yunduo took the initiative to hold Yan Xiaye's hand, apologizing sincerely, "I'm sorry, Uncle Security Guard."
"We'll let it pass this time, but you better not do this again. You hear me?"
Yunduo's delicate and jade-like face showed a hint of hesitation. Her warm little hand curled in Yanyan's cold palm, remembering that she had waited for him in the cold wind for so long.
His guilt was evident, and he solemnly nodded his head, "… Mm."
