Su Ningyan felt that she, not An An, had been left with psychological trauma.
Zhuo Junyue sat up, looking at her state, knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep now.
He held her hand, "My wife, let's go check on our daughter. Rest assured, our daughter is safe at home."
Su Ningyan got out of bed and both of them walked into An An's room.
Under the dim bedside lamp, the little girl was sound asleep. However, her sleeping position was indescribable.
Her princess bed was quite big, yet a corner of her blanket had slipped onto the floor, and a few dolls were scattered all over the place.
Su Ningyan shook her head with a smile, tucking the blanket around An An properly.
Zhuo Junyue softly said, "My wife, see? Our daughter is sound asleep. Let's not disturb her."
Su Ningyan tiptoed out of the room, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Back in their room, Zhuo Junyue pulled her into bed, "My wife, it's only a little after three, let's sleep."
