Ye Wuge snapped back to reality, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, flicked his fingers, and sent the cigarette butt to the other side.
He reached out and patted the hands tightly clinging to his chest.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you sleeping, so late at night."
Jiayin pursed her lips, pressed her small face against his broad and firm back, and murmured, "From now on, the baby and I are your family, we will always be by your side."
Ye Wuge chuckled and held her hand, "That's what you said, no backing out."
"Mhm." Jiayin responded softly, hugging Ye Wuge's arm tighter.
Ye Wuge pulled her forward, wrapping her in his arms, and lifted her chin with his finger.
Looking at her, he smiled and said, "Remember what you just said, you and the baby are my family, always by my side."
Looking at his radiant smile, Jiayin felt more heartache.
What kind of strength does he have to face everything so calmly and lightly?
