After taking a bath and drying her hair, Eleven tiptoed into Jiujiu's room.
"Baby, tomorrow——"
Her voice choked back in her throat because Jiujiu was already asleep.
Eleven walked over, sat by the bed, and tenderly touched Jiujiu's face, feeling somewhat emotional.
"I'm sorry, baby, mom can't give you a complete home..."
The more she looked at Jiujiu, the more complex Eleven's feelings became.
If only her sister was still alive... Then, Jiujiu wouldn't be so lonely.
Ah...
Eleven sighed, then climbed into Jiujiu's duvet.
Jiujiu, woken up by the disturbance, frowned and said, "Don't you have your own bed? Why do you squeeze in mine?"
"Oh come on, baby, don't worry about these little details! Let's sleep together!" Eleven unabashedly wrapped her arms around her baby son.
"Really..." Jiujiu had no choice but to let her be.
