Han Yizhou was looking at the mother and child from the side of the bed. He felt a weird feeling inside him. The tingling sensation of warmth that was crawling starting from his chest, spreading throughout his body was something he found strange when he stared at the picture in front of him: his beloved woman was holding a baby in her arms.
He was now a father. Those words were finally, slowly, sinking in him.
"Yizhou, look." Lu Mengjie's voice snapped him out of his trance. She was looking at him with the loveliest smile he has ever seen from her despite looking all haggard.
"Our son."
Those simple words coming from her were enough to fill his eyes with tears but he held them back, the overwhelming happiness he was feeling inside. He still couldn't believe it. He now has a family of his own. He felt like he was in a dream, a dream that he would never want to wake up.
