Little Nuomi held a marker and doodled on Lu Meng's leg cast, drawing a small turtle.
After Lu Meng freaked out, she soothingly drew a little flower.
It looked even more nonsensical now.
Little Nuomi's delicate face was tense as she timidly asked, "Auntie, when will your leg be better?"
"It takes a hundred days to recover from bone injuries, so about three months."
Thinking about being confined to a wheelchair for three months made her feel depressed.
Sigh...
"What are you sighing for?"
Qiao An pushed the door open, and both people in the room screamed at once.
"Sister-in-law!"
"Mommy!"
Little Nuomi slid off the sickbed and rushed towards Qiao An, hugging her legs tightly. She rubbed her cheek affectionately against Qiao An's calf, "Mommy, Little Nuomi missed you so much!"
She tilted her little head up high, her watery eyes gazing at her brightly, "Mommy, did you miss Little Nuomi?"
"I did, Mommy missed you so much, too."
