Yun Xiangxiang had written six or seven pages of a letter before she could finish it. She still wanted to finish it, and many things had yet to be fully recorded.
She was shocked by her own thoughts. She read it carefully, put it into the envelope, and sealed it before she returned to her room.
Two hours had passed. The bedside lamp in the bedroom was warm, covering two sleeping faces.
Today, Song Mian had a social event to attend. She wanted to help Yun Xiangxiang and Liuliu. She was a little tired, probably because she did not wait for Yun Xiangxiang, so she fell asleep with her son.
Liuliu was curled up in song Mian’s crevices. The father and son’s faces were leaning towards each other. The scene was so warm that Yun Xiangxiang could not help but think for a while. Then, she lifted the blanket and slept on the other side, the husband and wife surrounded the little Liu Liu in the middle.
