"Mama~" The little one seemed to be dreaming, rubbing his small face in Ji Weitian's palm, reaching out to grasp something.
Ji Weitian took his hand, instinctively responding, "Ruirui isn't afraid, Mama is here."
As soon as she spoke, she saw the little one in the quilt settle down and drift back into a deep sleep, puckering his lips. A punch seemed to hit her in the chest, and tears instantly slid from her eyes.
Her emotions took a long time to calm.
She just sat there, dazed, by the bed, watching the brother and sister upon it.
As if she could never see enough.
Until she remembered something and gently plucked a few strands of hair from the little one's head, wrapping them in a tissue.
As she turned to leave the room, she ran into Qin Nanyu, who had just returned from outside.
His distinguished figure stood at the entrance of the living room. He had just handed his suit jacket to the butler when he saw Ji Weitian, and he stepped towards her.
