The little guy’s action shocked her, sending tears pouring from her eyes, filling her heart with emotion, relief, and a sour tang.
It must be because she fell sick these past few days, and had scared him.
Even he knew to make her eat, which showed that she really was seriously ill.
"Kangkang, Mom isn’t hungry," she said to him with a choked voice, genuinely unable to eat anything.
Since Tang Yuchen went missing, she felt as if her whole world had collapsed, the entire world seemed dull and lifeless to her, utterly devoid of interest.
Kangkang became anxious, mist forming in his big eyes, seeing Mom about to cry, he too wanted to cry.
He stood up, clutching her arm with his plump little hands, insistently bringing the spoon to her lips, adamant that she eat.
Some of the porridge spilled from the spoon, leaving only a little left, and seeing this made him look even more anxious.
An Ruo suddenly put the bowl down, hugged his little body tightly, and let out mournful sobs.
Her grief was something the little one couldn’t understand, but he knew Mom was crying and felt very sad.
He pouted, tears swirling in his eyes, looking as though he was on the verge of crying without letting it out.
An Ruo buried her face in his neck, crying unrestrainedly. The little guy anxiously looked towards the door, hoping someone would come to convince Mom not to cry.
But Dad wasn’t home, and Grandma Zhou didn’t show up either.
He was so anxious he didn’t know what to do, yet suddenly he put out his little hand, gently patting her back, tenderly comforting her.
An Ruo cried even louder, what to do, she truly felt so heartbroken and sorrowful.
"Waah—" Kangkang couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst into tears along with her.
Aunt Zhou, hearing the commotion, came rushing over to take the little one from her arms, and it took a long time to console him.
Under her comforting, An Ruo also stopped crying.
Kangkang didn’t want to go to the living room. Clinging to An Ruo’s clothes, he wouldn’t leave her side, nestling in her embrace, his little arms wrapped around her, like a child afraid of being abandoned.
His pitiable state filled An Ruo with immense guilt; she severely regretted crying in front of him, fearing it had frightened him.
Holding the child tightly, she looked up with a hoarse and unpleasant voice, and said to Aunt Zhou, "Aunt Zhou, I want to go to the police station, can you come with me?"
"But your condition... okay."
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Despite freshening up before leaving the house, An Ruo still looked completely listless.
Upon seeing her condition, Mo Hua subconsciously furrowed his brow.
He hadn’t expected her to become so emaciated in just a short couple of days.
An Ruo was eager to find out news about Tang Yuchen; his response was the same as before, that the body was still being retrieved.