Tang Li had thought that with the little girl sleeping alone, she'd probably wake up in the middle of the night crying.
The kid's dad had clearly thought the same thing.
When Tang Li got up at night and reached out beside her, the space was empty. She didn't need to guess to know where Song Baiyan had gone. By the time she came out of the bathroom, the kid's dad was back too.
Hearing that the child was sprawled on her pillow sleeping soundly, Tang Li was finally able to relax as well.
Song Xiaohua herself, however, did not consider this a pleasant experience.
Early the next morning, with her pigtails tilted and her bare little feet on the floor, Song Xiaohua stood by the bed, staring at that wet patch on the sheet, unable to believe it for a moment.
Then she lifted her nightgown and looked down at her strawberry-print little panties.
…They did seem a tiny bit damp.
A few days ago her dad had just praised her, saying, "Our Xiaohua doesn't wet the bed."
And now she had.
