Yan Xinxin slept in a daze, suddenly feeling an itch on her face, as if something was brushing against her cheek.
It felt a bit damp.
Yan Xinxin slowly opened her eyes, not fully awake yet, just feeling something soft suddenly covering her mouth.
"Yiya..."
An unusually soft voice echoed by her ear, and Yan Xinxin's thoughts seemed to clear instantly!
She widened her bright eyes, turned her head, and saw her youngest little baby, Little Yu Yuan, lying beside her pillow, with a small hand unconsciously exploring her face.
Yan Xinxin quickly sat up and cautiously picked up the little baby.
"Xinxin, you're awake."
She barely picked up her son when she heard a man's voice.
Yan Xinxin looked up, a bit confused as she glanced at Mo Chuxi.
"I'm awake?"
She replied with three words, then lowered her eyes to ponder.
Soon, memories of events before she fell asleep flashed in her mind.
