Her heart was warmed by his words.
He must be taking care of the household chores with his heart, doing so for her and their child, right?
At night, the man would first lull Kangkang to sleep, and afterward, naturally, he'd coax An Ruo into his bedroom to do all the things he wanted to do.
For three days straight, they repeated this routine.
The days seemed monotonous, yet it was the monotony of ordinary happiness, the kind of ordinary that An Ruo liked.
On the last night, Tang Yuchen did not want her. He lay in the center of the big bed, hugging the child on his left and embracing An Ruo on his right, doing nothing but quietly feeling their presence beside him.
An Ruo sensed that he was troubled, because there was something off about him today.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, puzzled.
The man let go of the child and simply held her with both arms, pressing his body tightly against hers.