"You're welcome, please hurry and drink the medicine," Xue Shiyi advised.
Yang Ming nodded, drank his bowl of medicine in one gulp, and then began to feed his wife, as per his usual practice.
Xue Shiyi, standing aside, saw Yang Ming's method of feeding medicine and felt quite embarrassed. He turned his head and noticed the basket placed to the side.
The child in the basket looked very small, about a month old, almost as if aware of his parents' suffering at the moment, not crying or fussing, just playing with his eyes open in the basket.
The child seemed to notice himself being watched and gave Xue Shiyi a smile.
This smile further stirred Xue Shiyi's compassion. Such a good family, all so young; how did they encounter so many hardships?
His hand subconsciously reached out, wanting to tease the child, but the child's small hand unexpectedly grabbed one of his fingers, and even quite forcefully, while making cooing sounds as if trying to communicate.
