Even though she'd taken a small dose of medication, Zhu Qianying still slept poorly that night.
Yan Xu had taken half a sleeping pill himself, knowing that in situations like this, he needed to rest well when he could so that they would have the strength to continue searching for their baby boy the next day.
Despite taking the sleeping pill, he didn't sleep deeply. Through the haze of his light sleep, he felt the person in his arms moving restlessly throughout the night.
Sometimes, he even faintly heard her sobbing. Half-asleep, he'd reach over to brush her tears away. It seemed like he always touched upon a cold, damp patch.
It was just after five in the morning, and with the sky barely bright, Yan Xu woke up. He could faintly recall the events of the night before and let out a silent sigh.
Quickly washing up and dressing, he bent down to scoop Zhu Qianying into his arms, "Baby, it's dawn..."
