"It's still early, you don't usually rest this early. Let me tell the child a story and then you can sleep," Ding Long said enthusiastically. Ding Jinshi's cold demeanor didn't dampen his enthusiasm; he was used to it anyway, as Ding Jinshi rarely paid attention to him. Though she never opposed him touching her belly every night before sleep. Ding Long could see the changes in Ding Jinshi over the past few months, from her initial indifference when mentioning the child to the gradual appearance of anticipation and joy, now transformed into a lasting motherly love. Ding Long knew that Ding Jinshi was now looking forward to the arrival of this child just like he was.
Determined to tell a story, Ding Long racked his brains but couldn't come up with a story for the child. Being a big man, he never had an interest in fairy tales from a young age. When it came to stories, the ones that stood out the most were those he read about wars or his own experiences from many years in the military.
