Qianxue had been in the hospital for a week before she was brought back to Leng Residence, and the baby was brought back as well, always sleeping next to her, while Leng Chenxuan took to the sofa. After several nights, his whole body ached and was uncomfortable, but he was still happy.
Because with each awakening, he could see his wife and son sleeping sweetly in front of him.
Their son's entire body was still wrinkly, with skin red and not yet fully stretched out, but his big eyes could already open, puffy eyelids and all, as he smacked his little mouth, looking extremely cute.
That day, when he woke up, the little guy next to Qianxue was already awake, quietly observing his surroundings with a pair of curious eyes. Chenxuan walked over gently, covered Qianxue with the blanket, then kissed the baby's tiny face and placed his finger in the baby's small hand, letting him grasp it tightly.
