Shi Yuhuan gently lay down next to Song Qinghuan.
On one side was the woman he loved, on the other side was their newborn child.
Shi Yuhuan, laying in the middle, deeply felt the long-lost sense of happiness.
All of a sudden, he felt that all the previous torments and suffering, are something he should bear, so he won't fear this fleeting moment of happiness.
Isn't it said that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger?
Thus, he wished to bear all the hardships, to ensure a worry-free life for them.
Five days had passed, Song Qinghuan's wound had healed quite well, she could be discharged and sent home to recuperate.
But she couldn't sit in the car for too long, nor get too tired. So naturally, Song Qinghuan had to stay in Q City to recover after childbirth.
Shi Yuhuan was busy, really busy. Song Qinghuan could feel it. Many times, she would wake up in the middle of the night to feed the baby and still see the study room light on.
