Xicheng hurriedly extended his hand again to him, and Niannian immediately stretched out his little hand, hugging Xicheng's palm to his chest, his little face showing a satisfied expression.
Xicheng watched his son's manner with a mix of tears and laughter, thought for a moment, and extended his other hand to pick up the little guy from his crib, lying down together on the big bed.
At first, the little guy was a bit unhappy about being moved, but later snuggled into Xicheng's arms, his face pressed against Xicheng's chest, fell quiet immediately upon hearing his father's heartbeat.
His small hand held onto one of Xicheng's buttons, curling up into a small ball in his arms.
Turning off the light, gently hugging the little guy's back, and listening to his soft breathing, Xicheng's restless mood gradually settled down.
