Ning Zitong asked with deep concern, watching Yan Xinxin’s furrowed brows, her heart also tightened.
On the way ho, Mu Jingheng had already told her that Yan Xinxin was like this because of dissociative identity disorder.
She was heartbroken that her beloved daughter not only had amnesia but also dissociative identity disorder.
She hated that ti when Yan Xinxin’s split personality called her mom, she mocked her for acting...
In fact, she wasn’t acting; it was Ning Zitong herself who was blind! She couldn’t even recognize her own daughter!
But at this mont, she selfishly felt grateful for Yan Xinxin’s dissociative identity disorder because of it, she could still hear her call her mom...
She was also very afraid that Yan Xinxin would suddenly wake up and return to her original state.
If that happened, she wouldn’t be able to hear her call her mom...
"Yuan, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Mu Shaoqian, ignoring his own health, imdiately ran over to Yan Xinxin and asked.
Yan Xinxin shook her head, but her gaze was still a bit lost.
She glanced down at the ti on her watch, her small mouth moved slightly.
"At this ti, Brother Xi should co to play with Yuan, but today he hasn’t co yet."
She blinked in dejection, Mu Shaoqian and Ning Zitong exchanged a glance.
"Yuan, your Brother Xi will arrive soon. After you finish your snacks with mom, Brother Xi will be here."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
Ning Zitong reassured her.
Yan Xinxin’s slender brows gradually relaxed, and she followed with a smile.
"Then Yuan wants to go back to the room now and change into a pretty dress!"
"Okay, let’s go back to the room and change into a dress!"
Ning Zitong naturally echoed her.
Now she couldn’t wait to treat every word Yan Xinxin said as a decree to be executed.
As long as she’s well, this failed mother is willing to do anything!
Mu Qianyuan’s room, which Sister Xia cleaned every day, always greeted them with a fresh scent of sunlight when they pushed the door open.
Yan Xinxin was not at all unfamiliar with her room, but when she walked to the wardrobe, opened it, she found all the clothes and dresses inside were small. When she held them up to herself, they seed unwearable.
"Yuan has grown taller; these dresses don’t fit anymore. Mom will take you to the mall tomorrow to buy new clothes, okay?"
"Okay!"
Yan Xinxin agreed without hesitation, Ning Zitong quickly grasped her hand, her gaze earnest and urgent.
"Yuan, you promised mom, you can’t go back on your word."
Ning Zitong looked up at her, holding her hands tightly.
She was truly afraid that once Yan Xinxin woke up, every mont of their current interaction would instantly shatter.
Yan Xinxin lingered in her room for a while, the bed piled high with her favorite childhood plush toys, most of which were gifts from Mu Jingheng, Ning Zitong, and Mu Shaoqian.
She reached out and picked up a little rabbit plush toy, hugging it to her chest, and Ning Zitong’s eyes welled up.
This was the gift she gave Yan Xinxin when she first called her mom.
At the ti, she was inarticulate but extrely fond of that little rabbit, holding it while eating, bathing, and even sleeping...
Ning Zitong truly couldn’t face herself.
Her little princess, whom she loved so dearly, was hurt ti and again under Mu Qianshui’s instigation. Even twice, she nearly slapped Yan Xinxin’s face...
Ning Zitong took Yan Xinxin’s hand and they went down to the living room. Yan Xinxin, holding that little rabbit, sat obediently on the sofa.
Mu Shaoqian wanted very much to be close to Yan Xinxin, but he didn’t have the courage.
"Yuan, promise mom, okay? Don’t be mad at mom and brother, forgive mom and brother, so our family can live happily together from now on..."
"Don’t kid yourself, my wife will never forgive you mother and son!"
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