Xiao Yining had fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV. An Ziqi reached out and gently touched his little face, her heart aching.
She wasn't sure if she was imagining things, but she felt like Xiao Yining was getting thinner and thinner.
Even his soft, chubby cheeks seemed tense.
Carrying Xiao Yining back to his bedroom and planting a kiss on his forehead, she stifled the heaviness in her heart and went downstairs to sit in the living room for a bit.
Sitting on the sofa, she thought about Xiao Yining and their past happy times as a family of three. Memories surged up, and she couldn't help shedding silent tears.
Just then, the front door was suddenly thrown open from the outside. Hastily, An Ziqi wiped the tears from her face and turned to look.
Xiao Moli staggered in from outside, reeking of alcohol. An Ziqi swiftly got up and went over, intending to lend him a hand, but he pushed her away.
He asked coldly, "Why are you still here?"
