In the last month leading up to childbirth, Tang Yanqi could be said to have indulged in all the pampering she hadn't experienced in her previous twenty-something years.
She was accustomed to handling everything on her own, but now she was used to being a hands-off manager, as someone was happily cleaning up after her.
The weather outside finally showed signs of warming up. The lazy afternoon sunlight poured into the living room. Tang Yanqi leaned on the sofa, watching someone seriously peeling an orange for her and meticulously removing the white threads, unable to help but smile.
She knew all too well that her recent emotionality was beyond measure, but the feeling of being cherished in someone's hands was truly addictive.
She couldn't even imagine what the version of Tang Yanqi, who used to stand on her own through everything, was like.
