"Did I wake you?" Mu Yiliang bent down and kissed his cheek. "It’s about ti to get up. How about mommy makes breakfast for you today?"
He woke up imdiately, his eyes wide open: "What on earth happened? Mommy, don’t act on impulse!"
Mu Yiliang angrily flicked his forehead: "What are you talking about! I just want to make breakfast for you myself. Is that not allowed?"
Xiaoze still looked doubtful: "Really, is that all? No other reason?"
"Really..." Mu Yiliang sighed, hugging her son. "These days, you’ve been afraid I’d be sad and kept trying to cheer up... Mommy knows. But from now on, you don’t have to be so cautious. Just say or ask whatever you want, mommy isn’t that fragile."
Xiaoze nodded blankly, and after a long ti, he hesitantly asked, "Then... I’ll never have a sister, right?"
Mu Yiliang’s heart ached a little. She stroked his head and said, "Not necessarily. The doctor didn’t give a death sentence... Besides, even if I can’t give birth to a sister for you, we can adopt a little girl when the ti cos! I know you like little girls! Just don’t grow into a playboy in the future..."
At the end, Mu Yiliang felt a bit anxious.
Xiaoze’s face darkened: "Mommy, what nonsense are you talking about! I just think it’s a bit boring being alone while you and dad are glued together every day... Hmph, adopted children are definitely silly. Only kids born by you could be as smart as I am."
Mu Yiliang was speechless: "Thank you for thinking so highly of , then..."
"Of course, since I’m so smart, I must have inherited it from you!" Xiaoze threw off the blanket and started dressing. "Alright, mommy, go make breakfast. I’m hungry!"
Mu Yiliang chuckled and snatched the clothes from his hands: "No rush... Here, let dress you!"
"No... I’ll do it myself!"
"Don’t be shy, don’t be shy!" Mu Yiliang draped his jacket over his shoulders, covering his face.
"..."
After speaking with her son, Mu Yiliang felt like a heavy burden had finally lifted, even though there was still a bigger one... It’s fine, she’ll take it slow and eventually let go.
After breakfast, she went to Yan Sijue’s study. At that mont, Yan Sijue was contemplating in front of the computer screen, his brows slightly furrowed, his side profile calm, possessing a different kind of charm.
As soon as she walked in, the man sensed her presence. He looked up and, seeing it was her, imdiately smiled and reached out his hand: "Co here."
"Mm..." Mu Yiliang walked over and slowly hugged his waist. "I talked with Xiaoze, and he seems much more relaxed now... I’ll also slowly let go, Sijue."
"Okay." Yan Sijue replied softly, "Yiliang, you’ve done very well."
"Just give a little more ti..." As she spoke, she felt a bit of a sting in her nose. "It won’t take too long."
"It’s alright. No matter how long it takes, I’ll be here with you." Yan Sijue’s tone was determined, tightening his arms to hold her closer.
He knew she would never forget Ye Moran, but it was truly okay. Over ti, he would make that na’s imprint in her heart fade until it beca an insignificant mory, one that wouldn’t stir even the slightest ripple when recalled.
Ultimately, this woman belonged to him, and he had all the ti and patience in the world!
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