Her eyes were rimmed with red, and she bit her lip, calling out to her with grievance, "Aunt..."
Her steps halted, Wen Zhaoning felt very conflicted.
She steeled her heart, ignored her, and walked away.
In the hospital room.
After dinner, Qiao An and Little Nuomi were playing Pictionary.
Little Nuomi drew something unrecognizable, leaving Qiao An to guess.
Qiao An, puzzled, rubbed her chin, "Is it a dog?"
"No, no, keep guessing, Mama."
"A pig?"
"Still not right."
"A little lamb?"
"Mama, guess again."
Qiao An lost her enthusiasm and leaned against the headboard, "I give up."
Little Nuomi put down the iPad and snuggled up to her, holding her face with small paws, coaxing her with a sweet voice, "Mama, just guess one more time, please?"
"No." Qiao An acted spoiled.
Little Nuomi's big, bright eyes darted around, and she pouted, giving her a peck on the cheek, "Mama, guess one more time."
Qiao An pointed to her other cheek with her index finger, "Hmm?"
