Ji Wei fell asleep leaning against her son's small bed.
At around eight in the morning, An An woke up, waving his tiny arms and legs, babbling softly in his crib. Ji Wei heard her son's voice and lifted her head wearily.
Her arm was numb from being used as a pillow, and she stretched it a few times to ease the discomfort.
Her head was still aching from the hangover, and her eyes felt sore, seemingly swollen.
"An An, good morning! Mommy's here."
Ji Wei rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself up, then leaned over to pick up the baby from the crib. A gentle smile graced her face as she kissed her son's chubby little cheeks.
An An giggled gleefully.
"What is the baby trying to say? Seeing Mommy makes you really happy, right?"
Aunt Zhu pushed open the door and saw Ji Wei holding An An and chatting with him. She was still wearing yesterday's jeans paired with a checkered shirt, and Aunt Zhu was a little startled.
The madam stayed here all night?
