After changing into dry clothes, Ji Anning folded her wet clothes neatly and packed them into a bag.
She stood by the bedside, gazing at the sleeping little one with a face full of tenderness.
After watching for a while, she bent down and gently kissed the little girl's forehead.
"My darling, Mommy will come to see you next time."
Since she couldn't take her away for the time being, there was no need to linger here any longer.
She was afraid her heart would waver under the impact of sweet memories that once inhabited this place.
With one hand carrying the bag and the other holding the staircase, Ji Anning descended the stairs, one step at a time.
In the vast living room, not a soul was to be seen. After descending the stairs, she walked straight to the front door and walked out.
It was still raining outside, a torrential downpour.
She stood in the corridor in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, then lifted the bag over her head and dashed into the heavy rain.
