Back at Sichuan Pavilion, after picking up Zhao Nan and Song Chengguang, Xu Xiuxiu held one child's hand in each of hers as she walked them home. Although Song Chengguang struggled to keep up, waddling along, Xu Xiuxiu was still very content, "Were Nannan and your brother well-behaved today?" Xu Xiuxiu asked the two children beside her, her tangled emotions gently soothed by the memory of Cai Qingqing, who had been so well-mannered and understanding in the hospital.
Zhao Nan smiled, his eyes crinkling as he looked up at Xu Xiuxiu, "Auntie, both my brother and I were very good today." His expression adorably pleaded for praise.
"Good, good." Song Chengguang echoed Zhao Nan's comment, attempting to take a big step forward with his short legs, his little body mostly hopping through the air, then he laughed gleefully, clearly enjoying the sensation of walking along with his mom.
