For a long time, Xia Siyu didn't believe in "family."
Not only did she not believe in family, she didn't really believe in "love" either. Because of her own experiences, what good is affection? In the end, feelings can't withstand the harsh realities, and ultimately, it just creates a pair of resentful lovers and drags children into it.
So, her attitude towards life was to go with the flow; as long as she was happy, she didn't bother with stability and security, nor did she think about family and offspring.
However, now looking at Bo Yan holding her hand while sleeping beside her, with the child resting nearby, and a faint scent of milk lingering, it didn't seem as chaotic as she had imagined.
She was still a bit tired, lacking the energy to get up, so she could only grip his hand tighter with her fingers. As soon as she did, Bo Yan woke up.
Then, the baby cried.
The warm moment didn't last even half a minute before the baby's cries filled the air.
