"Han Yingying used to see me so rarely after we had our child," Shen Mosheng had always regretted having children so early. He thought they should have spent a decade or two just the two of them first.
"When have I ever looked at you less?" Han Yingying couldn't help but laugh and cry at his complaint.
Though they spent less sticky-sweet time together than before they had a child, their affection had grown closer, and she didn't feel much had changed.
"Your eyes always unconsciously follow Weilan, even when you're with me."
"She's so little, what if something happens?"
"Mom, Dad, and Axing never leave her side for a moment."
Seeing Shen Mosheng's tone become more and more woeful, Han Yingying couldn't help but laugh and poke his cheek, "Jealous, always jealous of your own daughter."
"I have too little time alone with you."
