Jian Qing was taken back to the ward, and Quan Jingwu followed closely without ever leaving her side, not even taking the time to see the two babies.
At the break of dawn, the elder Mr. Jian and the others were sent back to rest by Quan Jingwu, leaving only him in the ward with Jian Qing.
After helping Jian Qing wipe down and change her clothes, Quan Jingwu finally made time to go see his sons, the two little bundles lying quietly beside Jian Qing, sleeping soundly.
He reached out and picked up the baby dressed in blue, his clear and bright amethyst eyes filled with intoxicating tenderness. The tiny bundle lay quietly in the crook of his arm, so light that he could barely feel the weight.
His son, a tiny spot fused from the blood and bones of both him and her.
Looking at the baby's rosy little face, he curved his lips into a smile, lowered his head, and kissed the baby's forehead, the gesture gentle and devout.
