He knew she wanted to lull him to sleep first, but how could he bear to let her worry about him while she was pregnant.
"Come on, just sing it once, listen carefully, it's really beautiful!"
Luo Xiaoqian combed through his hair with her fingers, humming a slow melody softly.
Because he had been lying to her all along, his emotions were very repressed and conflicted. Now that he finally told her the truth, it was like a weight had been lifted from his heart. Listening to her voice and feeling her fingers gently running through his hair, his mood gradually relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep in her arms.
She sang again and again until his breathing slowed, truly asleep, only then did Luo Xiaoqian stop her song.
Gently holding his head, she kissed his hair lightly.
"Zimo, good night!"
Calling his name, her eyes were already filled with tears. By the time she said "good," the tears had already fallen, dripping onto his hair.
