C647 Not necessarily escape

Mo Xiaoran's eyes lit up, and a warm mist surged in her eyes. She extended her hand to embrace the little face's owner.

"Mom." Xiao Aoyou threw himself into Mo Xiaoran's embrace, and with a pair of small hands around her neck, he rubbed her face, and kept calling out, "Mommy, Mommy."

"You You, it's really you. Mommy isn't dreaming