Xiaoze looked at his desolate expression and felt even more saddened.
"Daddy, mommy should still be asleep now." He hesitated to speak, "If you go in to see her... she won't know."
Yan Sijue was slightly taken aback.
"I won't say anything." He covered his mouth, his eyes sincere.
The man chuckled softly.
He straightened up, turned back to look at Mu Yiliang's bedroom, and finally couldn't resist, taking step by step towards it.
The room wasn't locked, he gently pushed it open.
As he expected, the room's most distinctive feature was its softness. She was very afraid of pain, often not paying attention when walking, bumping into table corners or cabinets, so all the furniture was covered thickly with velvet.
The bed was even piled with plush toys, like a little girl's.
Yan Sijue slowly walked to the bedside, at a glance saw her red, sleeping cheeks, her whole body curled up in the quilt with only her head exposed, like she never felt warm enough.
