Hearing her son's complaint, she just gave a faint glance at the person, without saying much.
"Let me," Gu Jiangnian was indifferent to this matter.
Probably because he's seen it many times, he doesn't have any extra thoughts.
His upbringing and rationality make him afraid to have too many thoughts.
Muwan handed her daughter to him and rubbed her sore arms.
She rotated her shoulders.
"Let me massage it."
Gu Jiangnian said, ready to reach over, but the little girl began pulling at her voice.
She cried all day, her voice became hoarse.
Nearly two years old, at a lively age, yet she seems subdued now.
"Alright, alright, be good," Gu Jiangnian's gentle coaxing and pacing echoed in the room.
Muwan massaged her arms herself.
Watching Gu Jiangnian pacing back and forth in the room, coaxing their daughter.
That deep night, the family of four stayed in the hospital room, Muwan sleeping on the bed with their son.
Gu Jiangnian held the daughter, sleeping in the outer room.
