The video was about a minute long, showing An An smartly stacking one block of toy bricks on top of another. Although he only managed three before knocking them down, it was already quite remarkable for a child just over seven months old.
Her An An changed a little every day, and this brought Ji Wei great comfort. Thinking about her son's adorable smile eased much of the pain in her heart.
When the video ended, Mo Qian moved his phone away, and noticing the trace of tears at the corner of her eyes, his hand instinctively reached out to wipe them away.
Ji Wei tilted her face to avoid his touch, her cold gaze wary and distant.
Mo Qian's hand froze mid-air before pulling back after a long moment.
He left the room briefly and returned with a small chair in one hand and a book in the other.
Mo Qian sat by the bed, opened the book, and said, "Let me read to you. It might help you fall asleep."
Ji Wei didn't react.
