Fang Xiu looked indifferently at the man who was helping her pack her clothes, not reacting at all, just hugging her son tightly in her arms. She had been awake for two days now, and the doctor had approved her discharge from the hospital today, but she still could not speak.
"Xiuxiu, let's go home. Let me hold Taotao." Jing Xin looked at his wife, who neither smiled nor made a fuss, and his heart was bitter. She still refused to listen to his explanation.
Fang Xiu didn't argue with him either. If he wanted to hold their son, she let him. She took a bag herself and left the room first. Jing Xin glanced at his mother and father. Although Taotao was young, all children were sensitive, particularly this child who had been especially obedient since birth. He was just nestled quietly in his father's arms, not crying or making a fuss, which was heartbreaking to see.