In his heart, he had countless guesses, but all were dismissed. In the end, he could only settle down, prepare some food, and have a good sleep.
...
It was night.
Qian Yizheng, who was already on alert, suddenly sat up in shock.
"What's wrong, big brother?"
Qian Yizheng also hadn't fallen deeply asleep. Noticing his brother sitting up, he opened his eyes in confusion and looked over at him.
"It's nothing, you sleep, I'll stand guard."
Qian Yizheng looked at him, lowered his voice to reassure, then turned his gaze to the little baby beside him, feeling a bit amused and helpless.
The little baby's sleeping posture, ah, really made him not know whether to laugh or cry. Look at how the blanket was kicked off, yet if it was sprawled in all directions it would be fine, but the posture was unexpectedly correct.
He reached out and covered the baby with the blanket, sighing in his heart, glad that the weather wasn't too cold yet.
