Ultimately, it's our own child; we can't easily give up.
"Sigh." Shen Laosan agreed.
Second Brother Shen helped him carry the luggage onto the train and then got off.
Shen Laosan waved goodbye to his mother and second brother from the train window.
For some reason, Grandma Shen felt her eyes dry as she looked at her third son.
Shen Jiayin lay in bed at home, reading a book. As she continued, her eyelids began to droop. Perhaps due to her pregnancy, she's been fond of sleeping lately.
It's already midnight, and her husband hasn't returned, which is rare, causing her to knit her brows again.
Just as she was drifting off, she heard the sound of the door lock being turned. She struggled for a moment and got up.
When Jun Ye turned on the lights, he saw her standing at the bedroom door, her blank face displaying only two large words: worry.
