There seems to be something behind this

Ling Nan carefully handed little chongchong to ruan Mengmeng.

She held the baby's soft body with both hands, slightly trembling, and held the child in her arms.

The little dumpling was sleeping soundly in his arms. Even though someone else was carrying her, she did not wake him up.

The fair and tender little guy had his eyes closed. His little nose and mouth were as exquisite and beautiful as carved jade, and his hair and eyebrows were so black and thick.

This was little chongchong, yes, it was little chongchong, her little li hengshen.

Compared to when he had just left her, the little fellow had really grown up and changed a lot.

However, no matter how he changed, the small shape and outline were still there. Even his indifferent character was exactly the same as when he was young.

Ruan Mengmeng looked at her son, reluctant to part with him. Her heart ached for him, and she could not bear to let go.