This night, many people were sleepless.
In Miaomiao's room.
Han Naisen hugged his own pillow and blanket, lying beside her, trying to keep her entirely in his embrace.
Miaomiao drifted in and out of sleep, crying silently every time she awoke, tears streaming down her face, yet she dared not make a sound.
Children are the most sensitive; knowing she's not their biological child, Miaomiao didn't dare to act recklessly like before.
She was so scared, afraid her parents and brother didn't like her anymore, she wanted to be a good child. Because if she misbehaves, she might just be a child nobody wants.
"Ji Yexing... stop crying..." Han Naisen wiped her tears and snot, his little hand supporting himself by her side, his childlike face approaching Miaomiao's.
Suddenly seeing his face up close left Miaomiao a bit befuddled; she spoke in a thick nasal tone, sounding like a baby: "Shenshen... I don't want to cry either, but I can't control my own self..."
