Jiang Yao was delighted when she felt the child's display of strength after she finished speaking. The child was her son, indeed. Her husband was not her son, so there was no need to consider him.
Jiang Yao smiled. She kept her hands on her belly as she fell asleep because of the child's vivacity.
She could endure her husband's absence because she had her son with her.
However, Jiang Yao's heart was still thinking about the man before she fell asleep.
She missed him so much, and he probably missed her as well.
The moon was cold, and the wind was blowing.
The curtains in the bedroom fluttered gently in the breeze, and swaying shadows danced on the floor.
The person in the bed did not sleep well. Her dreams haunted her for the entire night. When she awoke, she would panic and turn on the bedside lamp, sitting for a few minutes. Then she would sigh as she stared blankly at the empty side of the bed. She would lie down again.