Yan Cijin smiled slightly and unlocked her own security door. The second the lock clicked open, the little dumpling inside the house seemed to sense her return before she even fully stepped in. Small feet pattered across the floor, fast and excited, and then the child ran straight over and clung to Yan Cijin's leg with both arms wrapped tight like she was afraid her mother might disappear again if she let go. "Mommy, hug me~"
