He gently patted his wife to sleep, like soothing a baby.
Ye Qingci closed her eyes comfortably, thoroughly enjoying it.
Other children had lullabies, bedtime stories, caresses, and goodnight kisses when they were young, everything.
But for her, there was nothing.
So, she craved love deeply.
Jian Shichu's tenderness filled the void of her childhood.
She liked him treating her so gently, never found him too clingy.
She closed her eyes, her lips curved in a smile, and fell asleep peacefully.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the three of them, creating a harmonious scene, with time quietly passing by.
The next morning, at breakfast, Ye Qingci held the little one and said, "Ah Chu, this Friday is my mom's birthday, and I want to take Ah Ling to celebrate it with her. Do you have time?"
Jian Shichu immediately replied, "I'm free, don't worry, I'll go with you!"
