I slept soundly.
In recent years, I hadn't been able to sleep this deeply, without a care in the world.
When I was with my daughter, I always slept lightly, on guard for anything unexpected.
But when I was with Ye Qingxian, I could let go of every worry and surrender completely to deep sleep.
Ye Qingxian didn't take another step. Instead, holding the little girl in her arms—so light she barely seemed to weigh anything—she went over to a bench and sat down as steadily as she could.
As she cradled Junior Sister across her arms, the first thought that crossed Ye Qingxian's mind was a number she could almost guess just by touching her.
She'd never imagined—
Junior Sister weighed only thirty-seven kilograms.
That was far too light.
A sudden ache filled Ye Qingxian's heart. When she saw the legs in her arms starting to curl up on their own, she sighed and draped her coat over the spot where the skirt clung to the girl's thighs. Then she settled most of Junior Sister's weight across her own legs. That might help her sleep a little more comfortably.
The small hand gripping her neck slowly slid down.
Ye Qingxian knew Junior Sister had fallen fast asleep.
She took the hand, several sizes smaller than her own, and tucked it beneath the coat with her.
In a spacious apartment in the city,
Yangyang was curled up on the sofa, yawning.
She was examining the toy her mother had made for her.
Suddenly, as if she'd discovered a whole new world, she grabbed one end of the stuffed toy in disbelief and held it beneath her nose, sniffing it twice.
It had an unmistakably familiar smell, with a trace of milky scent still lingering.
It was so familiar that she