"Then come out, stop babbling." Mo Ang urged.
The conflicted An Ning glanced at the sleeping child, tucked the quilt around her, put on a jacket, and quietly ran out.
Just as she was going downstairs, she saw Yu Feng, who was getting up to drink water. An Ning stopped and shyly called out, "Dad..."
Yu Feng, understanding, nodded and said softly, "Go on, go on, I'll take care of the child!"
"Okay, okay!" An Ning smiled gratefully and ran out at ease.
The night was deep, with a gentle breeze passing by, rustling the branches.
The night was also beautiful, filling those restless with anticipation.
An Ning got into the car, still panting heavily as she sat down.
Mo Ang extinguished his cigarette, looked at her delicate face in the dim light, and then lifted her chin. "Breathing so hard... don't deny it, you're also looking forward to me."
