Su Mu had focused her work abroad that year, not because she didn't want to stay in China, but because she thought she should take Su Yimo to more places and show her the world before she started school. At first, she was worried that the little one wouldn't adapt to the life of constant travel, but after a few trips, Su Yimo actually began to enjoy it, so Su Mu had nothing else to worry about.
Over the year, they had been to plenty of places, and each new location would excite Su Yimo. Perhaps for this reason, she had a language talent unlike her peers. At the age of not yet three, she was already able to converse normally with adults. As a mother, Su Mu was quite proud of this.
But at that moment, the talkative Su Yimo was unusually silent. Su Mu touched her little forehead, and Su Yimo looked up at her with a slight smile:
"Mu, I'm not feeling unwell."
Her temperature was normal; there were indeed no signs of discomfort:
"Then what is Qiqi thinking about?"