"If you're tired, we can stop and rest for a while." Meng Yuan held the little dumplings in one hand and carefully wiped the sweat from his wife's forehead with the other.
Yang Yiting shook her head. "We're almost there, don't delay the time, I haven't moved like this for a long time, it's good to sweat."
Seeing their son's body moving, she turned behind Meng Yuan, and saw that the little dumplings, who was all curled up, was beginning to flutter his eyelashes a few times, and then his big round eyes opened.
"Duanzi, you woke up already?" Yang Yiting looked at him with a smile and asked.
"Mum, have we arrived yet?" Duanzi raised his head from Meng Yuan's shoulder and looked around, it seemed like they were on a big mountain here.
"We're almost there." Yang Yiting patted his head, "Your father has been carrying you all the way. It's time for you to come down and walk by yourself?"
