Lan Xin Ai watched Xiao Yan eating with gusto, but she herself was eating with a heavy heart.
"Mommy, I'm full." Xiao Yan patted his belly.
Lan Xin Ai's eyes dimmed as she took a tissue to wipe Xiao Yan's mouth, then silently returned to the car.
"Daddy, what's wrong with Mommy?"
The little guy sensed something was off.
Xi Yemo touched Xiao Yan's head: "Your mom might be tired."
"I'm tired too." Xiao Yan leaned on Xi Yemo's shoulder, his eyes squinting as he fell asleep on his shoulder.
Xi Yemo, holding Xiao Yan, sat beside Lan Xin Ai and took her hand with one of his: "Wife, what are you thinking about?"
"Husband." As soon as Lan Xin Ai spoke, tears started falling down like rain.
"Silly, why are you crying again? It seems that I'm not doing a good job as a husband."
Xi Yemo sighed.
Lan Xin Ai chuckled: "What?"
"You've been crying a lot lately, it pains my heart," Xi Yemo said authoritatively, his voice filled with tenderness.
