If both Mr. Yan and Zhu Qianying, like their baby boy, have forgotten about the incident of their child going missing for a day and a night, then they have actually had quite a good few days.
Every night, the family of three slept under the same quilt. No one knew who was coaxing whom, but for the past two nights, their son has been babbling about something until he couldn't keep his eyes open from yawning and fell asleep. Then Mr. Yan and Zhu Qianying, in order not to disturb him, simply lay quietly beside him waiting for sleep to come.
The third night was just the same.
son has been chatting about playing with Bai Xiaolu, and before long, he falls asleep.
In the darkness, their son's even breathing when he sleeps soundly seems particularly pleasing.
In the silence, Mr. Yan reaches out and holds Zhu Qianying's hand that is resting on their son, without saying a word.
Zhu Qianying curls up her fingers slightly, wrapping them around his slender fingers.
