Ye Ning also woke up, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw this little meatball sneak into the bed at some point. She was so delighted that she hugged him tightly: "Xiaobao, you're awake?!!"
Xiaobao snuggled his round little head together with his mom's and, with his short little legs, unceremoniously kicked away the big hands embracing his mom from behind: "Yeah, Mom, when did you come back? Was it last night?"
"Yes, Mom came back last night. How did you know Mommy was coming back?"
"Dad told me. He said that he would bring you back these days, and I should wait."
The five-year-old child rested on that soft pillow, his tiny head, and with just one hand, Ye Ning could hold his entire little noggin. His face was chubby, milk-white baby fat. After they laid face-to-face on the pillow, Ye Ning's eyes saw only that somewhat flattened small face, truly looking like a squashed Baozi.
However, on this Baozi, there grew a pair of jet-black eyes, so pure, so clean, so bright...
