It was late at night.
The door was pushed open, and a handsome and tall figure quietly walked into the room. Zhou Yao looked at the child's bed in the room. There was a small figure curled up under the blanket on the bed.
He walked over with his long legs and reached out to turn on the table lamp on the bed cabinet.
The dim yellow light shone down. Zhou Yao stood by the bed and looked down. Zhou Sileng fell asleep on his side, curling himself up into a shape of a cooked shrimp. There were still tears on his tender little face. In his sleep, he used his left hand to tightly cover the little red bracelet on his right wrist.
It seemed like the little guy wanted to fall asleep because he missed his mommy.
Zhou Yao used his large palm to wipe away the tears on his face. He slowly bent down and kissed Zhou Silang's forehead.
At this moment, Zhou Sileng moved a little. He mumbled in his sleep, "Mommy...Mommy, I miss you so much..."
