"Actually, it's nothing serious. My birth mom called me early in the morning to say she went back, but she sent me something..."
Wen Zhan was startled, his expression turned cautious: "What did she send you?"
"A toy dog. It's one of those ancient electric mechanical dogs from twenty or thirty years ago. You put in batteries, turn it on, and it will bark and jump."
Wen Zhan put down his utensils and looked at her intently, unsure if he understood what kind of toy it was.
Mu Wanqing didn't care whether he understood or not, she just went on to explain the significance of the toy dog to her.
Listening, Wen Zhan saw the yearning and nostalgia on her face and couldn't help but feel compassion; he involuntarily reached out to hold her hand resting on the edge of the table.
"So, are you hesitating now? Do you believe she had her difficulties back then and want to acknowledge each other as family?"
Wen Zhan asked softly and gently, understanding the struggle in her heart.