An Ziqi blinked her eyes, wondering if it was just her illusion, but somehow everything seemed a bit strange today.
However, she couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange.
Xiao Moli held the little one while having breakfast.
It was rare for Xiao Qian'ai to cling to Xiao Moli, hugging the chubby rabbit and jumping around excitedly in his arms.
She was always energetic, and with the rabbit in tow, she was even more restless.
The wound on Xiao Moli's chest, which An Ziqi had inadvertently torn open last night, was causing him unspoken agony now.
Yet, his beloved daughter rarely showed such closeness, and he couldn't bear to let her go.
Moreover, he didn't want An Ziqi to discover the reopened wound.
Nuoyan noticed from the side and, feeling sorry for her son, quickly reached out with a smile, taking Xiao Qian'ai away.
An Ziqi frowned, turning to glance at Xiao Moli.
"Did your wound reopen?"
As she spoke, she reached out to tug at Xiao Moli's clothes to check.
