The boy remained silent and pretended to be asleep.
Yun Shishi looked at him quietly, wishing that she could make up for all the longing and missing that she had felt in the past year with that one glance. It felt like ten thousand years had passed, in that one glance.
She remembered how his little wrinkled face had flushed and swelled as a newborn. After returning to the nursery following emergency treatment, he looked so weak that she thought she was going to lose him. She had just given birth, but insisted on visiting him every hour, with help from Yun Yecheng.
Initially, he was weak, but later on, he slowly regained some vitality. He started to wave his tiny hands, held them in the air, and kicked around.
It was the first time she'd carried him out of the incubator to feed him. Premature at eight months, he was light as a feather.
