She glanced out of the car window, the vehicle treading across the bridge, just in time to catch the sunset inching closer towards the horizon.
Xia Yunsheng organized her thoughts, refusing to let herself be too pessimistic.
Tricky couldn't be without her; she guessed that Yanzhi would bring him over first thing in the morning.
She always felt that Yanzhi was impatient with their son.
However, three days had passed, and neither Yanzhi nor Tricky had shown up before her.
In order not to get too entangled with Yanzhi, she didn't call him, to the point where she had no idea how Tricky was doing now.
Did he cry?
At night, without her to coax him to sleep, would the little crier fuss non-stop?
When he made a fuss, did Yanzhi comfort him?
Could Yanzhi actually appease him?
She somewhat disbelieved that her son would be well-behaved; her mind was full of worries.
But Yanzhi never called her.
