On Sunday morning, Huang Tao was awakened by the piercing alarm sound of an electric bike outside the window.
This was the soundest and most comfortable night he had slept in days.
A night without dreams.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Turning his head, he saw Xuanxuan beside him.
The little one was still sleeping soundly at this moment, with a sweet smile lingering at the corner of her mouth.
Seems like she had a beautiful dream!
Huang Tao leaned over and softly kissed her smooth forehead, then tiptoed up, got dressed, and walked out of the room.
His mother, Song Cailian, had gotten up early.
At this time, she was on the balcony, soaking the clothes Huang Tao and Xuanxuan had taken off after their baths last night in a basin.
Planning to wash them for her son and granddaughter later.
After putting the clothes in the water.
She heard a sound, looked up, saw her son coming out of the bedroom, and asked:
"Where's Xuanxuan? Is she still asleep?"
"Yes."
