Sour and sweet.

The little girl squinted her eyes happily.

After finishing the small cake, she calmed down for a while, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then climbed the stairs timidly against the wall, looking cautious.

Suddenly, a series of exclamations came from the corridor.

A fire broke out!

Fire!

The fierce flames mixed with rolling black smoke quickly flooded the hospital.

The little girl ran upstairs with her little cake in her arms, and she wanted to find her mother!

Mom is still lying upstairs.

The picture disappeared here.

Fang Ping'an knew from the first time she saw Nini that she was dead.

This is the happiest memory of the little girl and the most obsessed thing she is.

I went to take care of my mother with a slight voice.

At the last moment, being swallowed by the flames, Fang Ping'an was unwilling to think deeply.
Chapter completed!