Holding the little one's soft hand, Luo Xiaoqian bent down and kissed his little face several times, "Mom believes that your dad can definitely do it."
"Mom, you don't remember the things from before, do you?" Luo Jun looked up at her.
Luo Xiaoqian touched his little head apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mo Mo, Mom really doesn't remember. But Mom has heard Dad talk about you, knows your name is Mo Mo, and... Mom loves you very much, truly very much."
The little one leaned his small head against her arm, "Mo Mo loves Mom too."
"Good boy." Luo Xiaoqian held him emotionally.
"Mom, don't worry. I'll tell you everything I know. Oh, and from the time I was born, Mom recorded plenty of videos. When we get back, Mom can watch those videos and photos to see what I was like as a baby."
Luo Xiaoqian gently ruffled his hair, "Okay."
Leaning on her, smelling the familiar scent and fragrance from her, Luo Jun unknowingly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
