Jing Xin looked at his son's tear-streaked face and sighed, holding him as he went to get water to wash his face.
"Taotao, be good, Dad will help you wash your face clean." Jing Xin wrung the towel and wiped his son's face before pulling his little hand to wash it. If he hadn't come today, he wouldn't know what might have happened.
Jing Xin carried the child back to the room and saw his wife's furrowed brow. She must be having trouble sleeping even in her dreams. Jing Xin reached out and gently caressed her forehead, trying to smooth the wrinkles. However, Fang Xiu did not relax and instead furrowed her brow even more tightly.
"Xiuxiu, don't worry, I'm here, everything's fine," Jing Xin whispered soothingly as he continued to stroke her.
His words did help, as Fang Xiu finally relaxed her furrowed brow and slept peacefully under his reassurance.
