However, after glancing at Yan Ye, Lian Xinying furrowed her brows.
"Yan Ye, are you sure you want to leave our daughter like this?" Lian Xinying walked over to Yan Ye, looking at their daughter.
At the moment, the daughter seemed as if she was still in her body, well-behaved, with her eyes closed, a tiny bundle of flesh that only occasionally twitched her little hands and feet.
Yan Ye placed the incubator on his side of the bed, close to it.
Lian Xinying felt it wasn't quite right to leave it like that.
"It gives me a sense of security to have her close," Yan Ye unilaterally decided.
"But if it's so close, won't our daughter hear us when we whisper?" Lian Xinying always felt that having her daughter there was like having a third person in the room.
Perhaps she was overthinking it.
How could her daughter, so small, hear and understand what they were saying?
