"Not very well," Lingyue sat up straight and whispered, "He had a few nightmares, cried for his mom. I patted him, and he fell back asleep."
Ye Xingbei crouched by the bed, looking at the sleeping Xiao Shumiao, her heart aching sharply.
Even though she knew it was impossible, she couldn't help but wish that Xiao Shu was her biological son!
Even though her love for Xiao Shumiao was no less than a biological mother's love for her son.
But not being a biological mother and son, there is always regret, both for her and for Xiao Shumiao.
She gazed at Xiao Shumiao for a while, and suddenly he slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at Ye Xingbei in confusion for a moment and softly called, "Mom!"
"Mm," Ye Xingbei's eyes inexplicably became warm, and she forced herself not to cry, giving him a radiant smile, "Mom is here."
"Mom, I had a nightmare last night!" Xiao Shumiao pouted his lips, looking very aggrieved, and reached up to hug her neck.
