Tang Yue was deeply absorbed in her sketching. When inspiration hit, her design sketches flowed effortlessly. It wasn't until little Zaozao and little Chenchen got hungry that her chest reminded her of the time with a pang, realizing she'd been drawing for over two hours.
"Xiao Yue, it's not that I'm nagging, but even though you've finished your confinement period, you still shouldn't strain your eyes like this," Zhang Hualian said, coaxing little Zaozao while earnestly advising Tang Yue.
Tang Yue hadn't been out of confinement for long, and sketching for over two hours wasn't good for her eyes.
"Mom, I won't do it next time," Tang Yue promptly replied, adjusting her hold on little Chenchen for a more comfortable position. As little Chenchen nursed rapidly, her damp eyelashes tugged at Tang Yue's heartstrings.
