Ji Yunhuan watched him from the side. "Baby, why are you so good?"
He glanced at her, somewhat disdainful, very reluctant for her to call him baby. But his eyes fell on Ji Yunhuan's belly, thinking about the little baby there, he endured it.
After dinner, Ji Yunhuan would always go for a half-hour walk outside.
She stepped out the door, looked at Yangyang, and extended her hand to him. "Let's go, let's go together."
He walked out but didn't hold Ji Yunhuan's hand, walking ahead alone.
It was early autumn; the sun was very warm. When it wasn't raining, the weather was still a little hot. Ji Yunhuan hadn't walked far before she sat down on a resting bench. Yangyang picked a rose from the side, ran over, and handed it to Ji Yunhuan. "Here."
The eager look on his face made Ji Yunhuan warm inside. This was the first flower her son had given her, and she instantly felt tears welling up.
"Thank you, thank you, Yangyang."
