Li Yuntang stood at the doorway, watching Little Yunduo and Yan Xiaye get close, his eyes shrouded in an indecipherable gloom.
Little Yunduo pursed her lips, took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and nestled gently beside her. She rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a storybook. "How about I read a story to Yanyan? What would Yanyan like to hear?"
Yan Xiaye raised her hand to embrace his soft little body, her voice choked with emotion, "Anything is fine."
She really felt useless, needing comfort from the little one to reignite her courage to live again.
"Okay, let's start with Harry Potter." Little Yunduo nodded knowingly, reached out to touch Yan Xiaye's smooth hair, and earnestly began to read aloud.
After watching Yan Xiaye fall into a deep sleep, Little Yunduo put down the fairytale book and stealthily climbed off the bed, carefully closing the room door behind her.
