Chu Xiu arrived very early and brought Lin Yan breakfast. Before she went to sleep, she had mustered up her energy to knead the dough, and got up an hour earlier to roll out the dough, chop the filling, and steam the dumplings.
There wasn't much she could do to thank Lin Yan, so she made Lin Yan's favorite steamed dumplings with cabbage filling.
As she entered the hospital room.
Lu Chenyuan lay on the hospital bed, the buttons of his shirt loosely undone, his cold and solemn face unshaven, his thin lips tightly closed, his jaw clenched.
Bao lay on top of Lu Chenyuan, sleeping soundly—a large and a small form together, the scene was both warm and peaceful.
Seeing this, Chu Xiu felt a pang of sadness.
Her little Bao was so pitiful. Since his birth, he hadn't received much fatherly love; such a warm scene was something Bao had never had with his father.
The father was always busy, neglecting the two children.
