Spotting Wang Lu, Yan Yinuo snapped back to reality, calming down completely.
The little flesh bundle in her arms babbled away, those eyes looking so much like Yan Yinuo's, while the rest of him resembled his father, as if carved from the same mold—deep and handsome. No wonder Old Mrs. Xu said that Douya and Xu Zijin had the same father-son resemblance.
Yan Yinuo gently patted her son's small butt, "You sit here for a while, I'll go to the bathroom."
Douya didn't understand what she was saying, looking at her with a face full of confusion.
Putting Douya back into the walker, he didn't cry, but as soon as Yan Yinuo turned, he followed swiftly.
Yan Yinuo reached the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned her entire body against it, sliding down slowly.
Knowing full well that her decision to come here was a mistake, yet she still came.
This led to her, at this moment, regretting and feeling sad about the decision.
