Yangyang's eyes looked at the curtain, quietly listening to Qi Cheng's words without making a sound.
Ruirui climbed onto the bed, close to Yangyang. "Brother, brother..."
His soft and sweet voice could melt anyone's heart. Yangyang heard Ruirui calling him, turned his eyes, but didn't speak.
Qi Cheng said to Ji Yunhuan, "Go wash up first. I know you've been resting all day."
"Mm." Ji Yunhuan had been with Yangyang all evening; she knew that there was nothing to worry about with Qi Cheng there.
Sometimes, a mother gives her son tenderness, while a father teaches the child how to be brave.
In teaching children this, Qi Cheng had more experience than she did.
After Ji Yunhuan finished her bath and came out, Qi Cheng had already returned from Yangyang's room. He stood by the window, looking out at the night, lighting a cigarette for himself.
Hearing the bathroom door open, his eyes fell on Ji Yunhuan. "Finished?"
