As they approached the stroller, Mo Yan's eyes fluttered open, as if she had somehow sensed their presence even in sleep. The baby's small face lit up instantly.
Su Wanyan's expression softened with pure delight. She knelt gracefully beside the stroller, bringing herself to eye level with the infant. "Hi, little one!" Su Wanyan exclaimed softly, her voice overflowing with warmth.
Mo Yan responded with a bright, gummy smile and let out a happy cooing sound, her tiny hands waving excitedly in the air. Su Wanyan laughed, the sound light and melodic, her heart swelling with an overwhelming wave of love and adoration for the precious child. She reached out, gently rubbing Mo Yan's chubby cheek with the back of her index finger.
Mo Xingxue stood nearby, watching the interaction with a soft, tender expression. Seeing her two favorite people playing so sweetly together filled her chest with quiet joy, like sunlight slowly blooming across a winter landscape.
