"It's not your mom's fault; I took her over in the middle of the night." He Jingyao smiled slightly, not feeling at all like he was bullying his son. He patted Xiaobao's head, "If you have the guts, you can bring mom back."
Xiaobao widened his eyes in disbelief and after a while, accused, "Dad, you're too much!"
"Oh, so do you want me to take you to wash your face?" The man curled his lips slightly.
Xiaobao thought for a second and, with little backbone, gave up his accusation and stretched out his arms, "Yes."
He Jingyao chuckled, took him from Uncle Li's arms, and carried him to the washroom.
...
When Zhixi woke up, she found herself still in the same room and was speechless.
She walked out of the room, expecting to be greeted by Xiaobao's accusing eyes, but unexpectedly the little guy had already been appeased. He was sitting on the carpet, happily holding a little picture book. Seeing Zhixi, he waved at her.
