Perhaps, this was Joy's first time seeing so many of his peers. He was in especially high spirits today. He kept talking about various things that happened in the kindergarten with Zhao Youlin like a chatterbox.
Zhao Youlin listened to him patiently. She replied to him occasionally until his voice grew faint...
When Zhao Youlin heard no more talking from her side, she turned around, only to see Joy had fallen asleep. His small head was leaning close to Zhao Youlin's arm. His red lips were slightly parted, and he was breathing delicately.
Zhao Youlin let out a bark of laughter. He was a child, and it was only normal that he would be tired after playing for the whole day.
Thinking of this, Zhao Youlin reached out and pulled her son into her arms so that he could sleep more comfortably.
