Qiao Xu stood by the door, and for a whole day, she had forgotten the long-standing turmoil and uneasiness in her son's heart, thinking that everything had finally passed. However, now watching her son cry uncontrollably in his sleep, her heart ached as if cut by a knife, and broke into pieces.
Many problems wouldn't automatically disappear if she purposely avoided them; they still needed to be faced.
Qiao Xu's gaze stayed on father and son for a moment. She did not go forward to disturb them, but instead quietly closed the door and left.
Lu Moqing held Qiao Yi the entire time, patting his small body and comforting him without speaking. As Qiao Xu closed the door and left, he raised his head and looked at her, pursing his lips and retracting his gaze with complicated emotions.
After holding Qiao Yi for an hour and making sure he was sound asleep, Lu Moqing carefully placed him back in bed, kissed his forehead, and then left the room.
