Zhu Qianying came out of the bathroom, but instead of immediately going to bed, she went to the side of Yan's bed.
Yan lifted his eyelids and looked at her, thinking that she might have something to say. However, she didn't say anything, and the two silently made eye contact for a few seconds.
Eventually, it was Zhu Qianying who broke the silence, "Let's sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow!"
After speaking, she carefully tucked him in. Her voice was very soft and pleasant, just like when she usually coaxed baby boy. Yan responded a little guiltily.
Just like the baby boy, he obediently closed his eyes.
He didn't know whether Zhu Qianying had found out the truth about his nosebleed, but all he knew was that her tender treatment made him feel satisfied even if it meant his death.
Of course, talking about death was premature; he wanted to stay with her and their son in M country for a few more days, moving around to satisfy his son's wish to travel together as a family.
