In an instant, the world turned pitch-black. An Yan felt her consciousness drifting, as if it were floating aimlessly with no place to land. She didn't know how much time had passed before she heard a sigh.
Suddenly, the world became bright again.
An Yan saw a chubby baby entirely swaddled in white clothing. She couldn't tell what the clothes were made of—they were so white they were almost blinding. But she was in no mood to pay attention to anyone else's clothing, focusing only on the child. He was quite chubby, with a round, plump little face and equally chubby hands. Those little hands were propping up his round chin, squeezing his chubby face into an oval.
Seeing her stare, the child blinked his shiny black eyes, opened his small, pink mouth, and said in a high-pitched, childish voice, "You're awake, huh?"
An Yan nodded. "Whose child are you?"
The little baby pouted unhappily. "Mommy!"
An Yan frowned. "...Hey, Little Chubby, don't just call anyone Mommy!"
