With me here, no fear allowed.

"I'm scared..."

Mu Anran hid in Yu Lingqian's arms, her arms tightly clasped around his waist.

She didn't intend to hide her fear and anxiety.

Yu Lingqian frowned, his cold, hard arms paused, but he gently wrapped them around her lower back.

Mu Anran's grip grew tighter as she spoke with a choked voice, "Three years ago, just outside the CT room for brain scans, the doctor handed out death notifications for Mom and Brother. I don't want to go in, I'm scared..."

Yu Lingqian's gaze hardened, a flash of pity crossing his eyes.

So the little one had a trauma related to the CT room for brains, which was why she was so resistant.

He lowered his head, his husky, melancholic voice resonated in her ear, "I'm here, you're not allowed to be scared."

His voice wasn't loud, even quite gentle, but it carried an undeniable dominance.

Mu Anran suddenly felt a lump in her throat, an urge to cry welling up.

This sentence was once said by her brother when she was scared.