Every time she had a headache, she could hardly bear to live, but thinking of Bao'er, her pain eased a lot. She took out her phone and called the baby at home.
"Bao'er, are you still busy? Bao'er really misses you." As soon as the call connected, the child's crisp, milky voice came through.
"It's because I miss Bao'er that Mommy called!" Lin Miao'er's tone was very tender.
"That's good." Bao'er's tone of speaking was very similar to Gong Motin, sounding cool and distant, but very warm.
No, that quality in her son must have come from her, after all, where wasn't she excellent? It's just... her life was too short.
With that thought, Lin Miao'er sighed again, but quickly started teasing Bao'er in a coquettish voice, "Mommy saw the WeChat message you sent me, our Bao'er's voice is really nice, Mommy almost misses you to death."
"Bao'er also misses Miao'er, when will Miao'er come back?"
"Very soon, Mommy will come home to accompany my dear baby."