That night, Yan Xixi had insomnia, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Wan Donglin lay beside her. Hearing her constant restlessness, he couldn't sleep either and sat up. "Xixi, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Can't sleep? If you can't sleep, let's get up. We can think about our child's name some more."
She gave no answer.
"I've thought of dozens of names, but none of them feel right. Heh heh, I'll search for some more."
She mumbled, "You need to search the internet for a name too?"
He said with a perfectly straight face, "When unsure of internal affairs, ask the internet."
Despite her worries, Yan Xixi couldn't help but giggle.
It was the first time he had seen her laugh in a long time. He perked up, saying enthusiastically, "Since we can't sleep anyway, come on, I'll show you something."
He pulled her up, she put on her coat, and they drove out in the dead of night.
