Ah Long grabbed a clean towel, poured half a bottle of mineral water on it, and then gently wrung it out.
Zhuo Junyue took the towel and gently wiped his face.
Normally, he would never need to do such things.
He also knew the little one wouldn't mind, but he didn't want her to worry too much.
Ever since she became pregnant, she had been anxious and fearful the entire time.
Afraid the child wouldn't be healthy, afraid her body wouldn't hold up.
When the child was finally born safely, however, their son was taken away.
Over all these years, being with him, she hadn't truly had any days of peace.
Tonight, the Zhuo Family's residence was still brightly lit.
Su Ningyan, along with An An and Xiaobao, had already been waiting in the living room for a long time, craning their necks outside from time to time.
After a while, snowflakes started to flutter down once more in the sky.
Ningyan looked at the snowflakes, her brow furrowed slightly.
