There's a saying that states, no one knows a daughter better than her own mother.
Jingru gave a light laugh: "It's strange. Jiajia used to be away from me most of the time, but I never felt as worried as I do now. Wuqing has never taken care of a child before; I always worry Jiajia might not get used to living there."
As she spoke, a juvenile voice suddenly came in the distance: "Mommy, Mommy, I'm back, Mommy..."
Jingru seemed confused: "Did I just hear Jiajia's voice?"
Mother: "I think I heard it too. It was Jiajia's voice, it seemed to be coming from the entrance. I'll go and see."
Next, a little figure ran in from the door and threw himself into her embrace. He clung onto her leg, his little mouth slightly pursed. Jingru picked him up and immediately noticed the sadness in the little one's eyes. "Why are you back? Did you come back alone?"