"..."
Qin Youxuan was just about to speak, but he had already closed his eyes first.
In an instant, everything quietened, as if he was truly exhausted.
Qin Youxuan's lips moved slightly, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything.
After feeding the baby milk, she carefully placed the little one into the crib.
Full and content, having vented his tiny frustrations, the little one slept soundly and sweetly.
His small face turned toward Dan Hanjie, their faces were like they had been carved from the same mold.
Qin Youxuan's heart stirred slightly. Stroking her son's delicate features, she rose and walked toward the bed.
Glancing at Dan Hanjie's furrowed brow, she couldn't help but knit her own brows as well.
She laid down beside him gently, reaching out to smooth the creases between his brows.
"Dan Hanjie, don't be so good to me. The more you do, the harder it is for me." Qin Youxuan murmured softly under her breath.
