At nine o'clock in the evening, Gong Yexiao took a bath for the little fellow as usual. With a man at home, the atmosphere seemed to be different. For some reason, her heart seemed to be much more at ease.
Cheng Lanyue went back to her room to finish her drawing. Now the table in her room was full of her writing. She sat on the messy table and focused on her work.
Before he knew it, it was already late at night.
Cheng Lanyue came to her senses and looked at the time. It was ten o'clock. Did her son sleep?
She put down the pen and got up to go out. She saw that her son's door was closed, and there was a lamp in the hall. Gong Yexiao seemed to have returned to his room.
Cheng Lyu was still worried and opened the door of her son's room. Under the dim light, the little fellow was sleeping soundly. Cheng Lyuyue walked over to him with a smile and carefully greeted him for a while.