"Didn't we agree not to cry?" Jiang Qingwan's gentle voice came through, "If Mianmian cries, Mommy will be sad."
"Sorry, Grandma... Mianmian... Mianmian couldn't hold back..."
"Don't cry, our Mianmian is the best. You go play with the nurse aunt, Grandma and Mommy will talk for a while."
"Okay."
Ling Ruonan listened to her daughter and mother's conversation, her heart aching unbearably, crying uncontrollably.
"Nannan?"
Jiang Qingwan was calling her.
Ling Ruonan quickly wiped away her tears, and replied with a nasal voice hoarse from crying, "Mom."
"Don't worry, I have Mianmian."
"Mm, thanks mom."
"How are you? Is the fetus stable?"
"I've been taking the fetus-preserving medicine recently, much better."
"That's good. I'm calling you this time because there's something I want you to do for me."
Ling Ruonan calmed down and held the phone to herself, "Mom, go ahead."
"Tomorrow is your great aunt's memorial day, remember her grave I took you to visit?"
"I remember."
