His gaze was dark and deep, yet carried a hint of gentle sorrow. That trace of sorrow was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into her heart!
How could she bear to let him suffer and be sad?
"Mommy, can the three of us sleep together tonight?" Xiaoze said with a cheerful smile. "You've never slept with me before... I know you find me a bother, but tomorrow is your wedding. I promise I won't disturb you on your wedding night!"
He blinked his eyes.
Mu Yiliang was taken aback.
Yan Sijue looked at her, his voice seemed to carry an undetectable plea: "I think this is a great suggestion, Yiliang, what do you think?"
Her throat tightened, she couldn't help but nod.
A relieved smile appeared on Yan Sijue's face.
A family of three...
Mu Yiliang suddenly felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Okay, tonight we'll all sleep in your room." She patted her son's head.
"Great." Xiaoze was very happy, and then dashed off, "I'll go first!"
