Meanwhile, Gu Qingxin had taken Xiao Yi to see the baby wolves. After returning she bathed him.
That night, Ye Yingsu stayed in the North Garden, sharing a room with her son. Looking at her son's innocent youthful face, a mutter bitterness welled up in the bottom of her heart.
Now, she no longer thinks about anything. Lan Liehuo, Caesar, all these people she once knew; she no longer thought about them. All she now wanted was to give her all protecting her precious child.
No matter how long or short her life was going to be, whether good or bad, she absolutely wouldn't leave this little guy again.
Ye Yingsu never regretted anything in her life, except for the matter concerning Xiao Yi. She had regrets. If she could do it all over again, she would have stayed with him from the moment he was born.
...
In the large bed, two bodies entwine ceaselessly. The man bent the tiny girl beneath him into various positions for his convenience.
