Yang Fan, who is far away in Canada, is completely unaware of the actions of the two people over here.
Nowadays, he is immersed in the joy of having a son, and half the day passes by quickly. Except when sleeping, the child is always in his arms.
But it wasn't until evening that Yang Fan understood what it meant to be blissfully tormented.
The child slept for a long time during the day, crying all night, sometimes having bowel movements, sometimes hungry.
He kept fussing until the middle of the night, finally falling asleep.
Yang Fan now came to understand how tough it must have been for Nie Yuling to take care of their son alone. He pulled her into his embrace, his hand stroking her smooth hair: "You've worked hard."
"It's nothing really, this is a necessary phase. It's no big deal for me."
Yang Fan said nothing, and the two of them just lay there.
The sleep that night was very sweet, they woke up quite late the next day.
