"Whoop, scoundrel, brother..." Xiao Nuan hugged Qin Zhengnan's neck tightly and cried bitterly. He cried trembling with his glasses closed.

Ji Yan, who had coaxed her baby to sleep, saw the scene. She walked over and gently stroked Xiao Nuan's back. She said in a soft voice, "Warm, the sun is asleep. If we don't cry, will we wake up the baby? Warm and warm."

Ji Yan knows that although she doesn't know Xiao Xiangyang yet, she likes babies and will make faces and play hide-and-seek for them.

Sure enough, Xiao Nuan nodded and stopped crying, but the grieving tears still flowed like beads with broken lines. Heads bowed, hands...