Zhu Qianying sat rigidly on the bed like a statue, and even after several minutes, his deep, hoarse voice seemed to linger in the room.
It was not until she finally collected herself and thought carefully that she realized the strangeness of his behavior that night.
And the fact that he had specifically come to speak to her at length, she didn't believe it was merely to ease her worries.
Vaguely, she began to guess the purpose of his words tonight, yet, she was not quite sure.
...
The next morning, Zhu Qianying finished washing up and came out to see the two grandpas wearing matching sportswear returning from outside. Without asking, she knew that they had been exercising in the small park downstairs.
"Mommy, good morning!"
The little boy had keen eyes and spotted Zhu Qianying at a glance.
"Baby, good morning!"
