"But you had a premature birth!" Su Changyi reminded An Jing of the fact that had already happened and couldn't be changed or pretended it hadn't happened.
Immediately, Su Changyi felt his tone was a bit heavy, quickly softened his voice, and gently said, "Actually, I understand everything, but I still think it's better for her to kneel for the night to make a lasting memory."
"But I can't bear it..."
"Do you think I can bear it?" Su Changyi sighed. "She's back now, you can be at ease, sleep well. After you have rested, tomorrow I will take you to see Mo Mo and Xin Xin."
Knowing her husband had firmly decided to let their precious daughter kneel for the night, An Jing didn't say anything more and obediently began to sleep.
The next day, Su Chengyu and Su Haoyu arrived at the hospital and saw An Baobei kneeling at the door of An Jing's ward. They quickly came up to help An Baobei up, but she refused to stand.
