Every night, my mother had to coax her to sleep for a long time. My sister is only eight months old, soft and small, and can only babble and cry. Since my sister came home, my mother seems to be always busy, busy hugging her, feeding her, and coaxing her to sleep.
Yangyang buried his face into the pillow and muttered softly: "Does mom... Don't like me anymore?"
After thinking about it, Yangyang fell asleep. He didn't know that when he closed his eyes and his breathing slowly became steady, the Transformers on the table moved slightly. The wheels of the car next to the bookshelf quietly turned half a circle.
The midnight moonlight climbed onto the window sill, and a very soft sound sounded in the room, like the frozen ice melting in spring. The river came back to life.
The magical night for the toys begins.
The toys looked at the sleeping Yangyang, who was still frowning in his sleep. Thinking that the little master's smile had decreased during this period, they decided:
You must let Yangyang know before dawn that your mother loves him very much.
Just do what you say, and the toys begin to scatter in search of "evidence of love."
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