Su Ningyan heard him say that, then lifted the blanket, "Honey, I'll go check on our son first, then come back to help you."
After saying that, Su Ningyan got out of bed, put on a coat, and hurried out of the room.
Zhuo Junyue watched her anxious expression and took a deep breath.
The little one must be afraid that Dabao might disappear again. Ever since Dabao was taken away, she'd been overly worried about Xiaobao, fearing he might vanish too.
He understood that she now had some lingering trauma.
This kind of trauma isn't something that can be soothed with just a few words.
He thought, time would be the only thing to slowly ease it.
Su Ningyan came out of the room and headed straight to Dabao's room.
However, when she entered Dabao's room, it was empty. The bed was neatly made, almost as if nobody had slept there.
Su Ningyan couldn't help but feel a jolt of panic in her heart — could last night have been just a dream, imagining Dabao had come back?
