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When she had cried enough, Mu Qiqi slowly stood up from the floor.

She was still awake. She looked at the meatballs curled up on the bed, and her tear-stained face couldn't help but smile.

He was really envious of Little Star's age of being carefree. He didn't need to think about anything, nor did he care about anything. It was fine as long as he was happy.

Sighing wildly, she walked over to Little Star's desk, picked up the snow-white drawing paper and crayon, and began to paint the beautiful scene in her heart.

Once upon a time, she was as carefree as Little Star …

Until the death of her mother, her happiness ended.

From then on, she was used to drawing her mother on white paper with a paintbrush.

All sorts of …

During her four years abroad as a student, she had not been idle at all. Through her free time, she had been drawing illustrations for various magazines; one was to train her painting skills; the other was to earn a lot of living expenses and reduce the burden on her grandfather.

Even when she asked how Little Star found her yesterday, the fact that Little Star told her so mysteriously surprised her.

It turned out that the little guy had seen her drawing of "Mother" in a children's book. When the little guy saw the painting, he assumed that the mother in the painting was his mother, and then he imagined the author as a woman in the painting.

Afterwards, he thought of ways to find information about her. He found out that she had taken that plane home that day. The little guy took the driver straight to the airport, giving her a perfect spot to wait.

After listening to Little Star's explanation, Mu Qiqi felt that it was somewhat inconceivable. So it turned out that her own painting was of such great help to others. This made her even more determined to go further and further on the path of painting.

The tip of the brush rustled on the white paper. The feeling of being wronged was also released as the color spread, gradually forgetting all of his worries …

With the weight on her shoulders pressing down, Mu Qiqi, who was sleeping on the table, suddenly stood up with wide eyes. Seeing the blanket on her shoulders and then seeing the little star standing beside her barefooted, she couldn't react for a moment.

"Mommy, why did you fall asleep on the table? "Darling Xinghe will feel heartache." The little guy looked at her. His large eyes were already beginning to mist, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Mu Qiqi was scared silly, she immediately picked up the child and placed it on her lap, then hastily comforted, "Mommy is fine, Darling Xing won't cry."

"That Mommy promised Darling Xing that she won't be able to sleep here from now on. She'll catch a cold. "If you catch a cold, your nose will bubble. It will be very uncomfortable." The little guy looked at her and said seriously.

Mu Qiqi couldn't help but be amused by this little guy. "Mommy, remember, from now on you must be careful. Then, do you always wear your little slippers when you get out of bed?"

Little Star glanced at his bare little feet and laughed without confidence. "Hehe, I know. From now on, I will also pay attention to myself."

"Since we have already agreed on it, why don't we quickly wash our faces and brush our teeth and go downstairs for breakfast? "How about it?" Mu Qiqi asked the little guy's opinion with a light smile.

"OK, I'll take Mommy to a place after breakfast!" As the little fellow spoke, it made an 'ok' gesture towards her. That domineering and decisive manner was the same as that father of his, which caused Mu Qiqi to recall the scene from last night …