"That's more like it!" Yu Yan instantly broke into a smile.
At that moment, Little Yaoyao on the bed suddenly reached out to her, her chubby little hands opening and closing, wanting a hug.
"Oh, our little glutton is awake?" Yu Yan walked over in a couple of quick steps.
As soon as she picked her up, the little one eagerly snuggled into her embrace, soothingly rubbing against the familiar faint fragrance on her clothes.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing couldn't help but smile lightly. It seemed that over the past three months, the little one had already memorized the scent of Yu Yan.
But soon, this warm picture was like a blunt knife, stabbing mercilessly into Zhou Qing's heart.
The person who should be holding the child should be Han Yi...
"When are we leaving?" Yu Yan lightly patted the baby, her voice a bit tense.
"Once it gets darker, we'll go." Zhou Qing looked away.
Yu Yan's body visibly shook, and the baby in her arms seemed to sense something, starting to twist uneasily.
