"Alright, I know." He didn't find it hard at all, but since Mom said so, he could only accept it.
An Ruo also understood his thoughts, but he couldn't comprehend hers.
Before he turned two, he was living in his own void world, without happiness. Therefore, she didn't want him to start learning things too early; she just wanted to make up for the happiness he had missed.
Soon, it grew dark.
An Ruo tucked the little guy in, kissed his forehead, and whispered gently, "Baby, good night."
"Mom, good night," Kangkang smiled cutely and then looked towards the photo on the bedside table, saying to the man in it, "Dad, good night."
An Ruo's eyes flickered slightly. She glanced at Tang Yuchen's photograph, her heart uncontrollably twinged with pain.
It had been two years already. It took her one year to emerge from the pain and to become strong for the child.
