The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore," Mengmeng held his hand, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. "The important thing is that we're all safe... and Daddy's alright too..."

Just then, the ward door was pushed open, and Xie Yumin and Jiang Minglang rushed in. When they saw Xingxing, who was awake, everyone's eyes welled up with tears.

After waiting for so long, the clouds have finally parted and the moon is shining.

"Xiaoyang!" Lin Minmin rushed to the bedside and carefully hugged her son, as if holding a fragile treasure.

Jiang Minglang, who was standing to the side, also silently turned around and raised his hand to wipe the tears on his cheeks. He did not want to show his vulnerable side to his son.

Xie Yumin sighed deeply, finally feeling a sense of relief.

In any case, this is a good ending for everyone.

The doctor arrived quickly to examine Xingxing and confirmed that he was in good health. Even more surprisingly, his language skills and social responses had made significant progress.

"It's nothing short of a miracle," the attending physician told the parents, his face beaming with barely concealed excitement.

"Such severe post-traumatic atresia usually requires a longer recovery period, so this little girl seems to mean a lot to him."

When asked how she knew where Mengmeng was being held, Xingxing simply pointed to the moon outside the window and then drew a strange symbol.

Three triangles surround a circle, just like the lunar totem he had drawn before.

“He said the moon told him,” Mengmeng explained earnestly. Although the stars didn’t speak, Mengmeng could clearly understand what they meant.

"Stars and the moon have a special connection."

Jiang Minglang looked at his son thoughtfully, a hint of doubt in his eyes, and then murmured something.

"In the legends of the Moon Clan, the Guardian Family can indeed communicate with the moon... Perhaps this isn't just a legend..."

As Xingxing recovered, the doctor recommended that they see a specialist in post-traumatic stress disorder.

After a thorough examination, the elderly professor with white hair gave an encouraging diagnosis.

“This child’s situation is very special,” the professor said, then raised his hand to adjust his glasses.

"Although this traumatic event caused an acute stress response, in the long run, it may actually enhance his emotional expression abilities. His strong attachment to the little girl broke down some psychological barriers."

He turned his gaze to the stars and asked gently, "Would you tell me how you feel when you know your friend is in danger?"

Xingxing didn't answer immediately. Instead, she remained silent for a moment, then surprisingly answered clearly: "I'm afraid... but even more afraid... of losing her..."

Xie Yumin couldn't help but cover her mouth, as if trying to suppress her excited emotions in this way.

This is the first time that Xingxing has expressed complex emotions so completely.

I've known Xingxing for several years now, and this is the first time I've met him in person, so this is a big step forward.

"The power of love can sometimes create medical miracles," the professor said with a smile, his face full of excitement, seemingly happy for the child as well.

"I suggest continuing this friendship therapy while incorporating some professional training to help him better manage his intense emotions."

When I left the clinic, the Swiss sun was shining brightly.

Mengmeng and Xingxing walked ahead, hand in hand, occasionally pointing to the clouds in the sky or the wildflowers by the roadside.

The adults followed behind, their eyes filled with satisfaction.

“Do you know?” Xie Yumin said to Jiang Minglang and his wife, her face filled with emotion.

"Sometimes I think, maybe it was all destined. Xingxing needs Mengmeng to help him find his voice, and Mengmeng needs Xingxing to teach her patience and understanding..."

Lin Minmin nodded, watching her son's lively figure disappear into the distance, and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

This was an unimaginable sight just a few months ago. Finally, she murmured, "They are like the moon and the stars, illuminating each other's darkness."

That evening, the two families held a small celebration together on the hotel balcony.

Mengmeng wore Xingxing's favorite rainbow dress, while Xingxing, unusually, wore a red T-shirt.

After all, when he came back, Mengmeng said that it made him look like a superhero.

"Cheers to our little heroes!" Gu Yinshen raised his juice glass; his arm was still in a sling, but he was in good spirits.

"cheers!"

The two little girls, Mengmeng and Xingxing, were holding juice, but they still imitated the adults and clinked glasses with them.

After drinking some wine, Gu Yinshen reached out and patted Xingxing's head, his face full of gratitude.

"Actually, I've never had a chance to tell you this before. Before I was a child, I always thought you needed someone to protect you. But after this incident, I realized that you are a big kid and don't need everyone to protect you so carefully. You are also very capable of taking good care of Mengmeng."

"In other words, you and Mengmeng take care of each other, so you two need to get along well from now on and not fight, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Xingxing subconsciously turned her head and looked at Mengmeng. Finally, as if she had thought of something, she nodded deeply in response, her face full of determination.

"Dad, don't worry. Even if Xin Xin makes me angry in the future, I will never be angry. I will give in to him. I will argue with him when he is completely cured."

She smiled sweetly, almost like she was being coquettish, and then rubbed her head against Gu Yinshen's arm.

"Dad, when will your hand be better? I promise I won't run around like that again. Then we can go out and play together again, okay?"

"You little rascal, you're still thinking about going out to play at a time like this."

Although Gu Yinshen said this, his face showed a doting expression.

"It's all your fault for spoiling this girl into this state, and now you're blaming her for always wanting to play."

Xie Yumin couldn't help but sigh with a touch of emotion.

The atmosphere was harmonious, and everyone chatted happily until late at night.

Perhaps because she was really tired, Mengmeng simply lay down on the bed and quietly looked at the stars while drawing.

"When will we grow up? I always feel like I'm too young now, unable to protect the people I want to protect."

After hearing what the person next to her said, Xingxing paused slightly in her hand movements, and then seemed to think of something and blinked.

"You can protect me now, and you could before."

Xingxing gave this answer somewhat clumsily, but it made Mengmeng's eyes light up instantly.

"So I'm still somewhat useful, right?"

The stars nodded deeply without any attempt to hide their approval.