She sat by the bed as she held her daughter’s small hand. This child was being stubborn. She had told her not to help, but she continued to do the laundry with her.
Actually, what could a three-year-old do to help? She was still so young.
Her daughter’s hands were cold, and she warmed them with hers. As soon as she placed the doll in Rainy’s arms, she hugged it and coiled her tiny frame with her feet together. Xia Ruoxin pulled the blanket over her daughter’s body and her feet.
After that, she took out a sketchbook and a pencil and sat by the bed. She watched her daughter and began sketching.
It was a very thick book. Everything from the beginning until now was sketches of Rainy since she was a baby. The first day she was born, the first time she drank milk, the way she grumbled when she had her first taste of the rice paste, her first steps, and the first time she called ‘Mommy’.
Her daughter had no photographs; the sketches her mother had drawn were far more precious. She had recorded the growth of her daughter with her own hands with great care and detail to the way she looked.
Rainy retracted her feet further. A sweet smile appeared on her cute face with the doll in her arms.
“Mommy…” Xia Ruoxin put the pencil down at the sound of her voice and rested her hand on her daughter’s face.
“Mommy is here.”
She caressed gently. The child had a very tender complexion. She ran her fingers over her tiny eyebrows and her long eyelashes.
She studied her daughter, trying to find something, but she could see no resemblance of that man.
The child looked like her and nothing like her father, except for her black pupils. Also, the bridge of her nose was slightly higher than hers. Perhaps, that was it.
She removed her coat and lay beside Rainy. The bed was not big, and she scooped her daughter in her arms. This was how they had lived all these years.
“Sleep well, Rainy.” She kissed her daughter’s cheek and closed her eyes. There was an aching pain above her elbow. In fact, her whole body ached, and she wished she could have a good rest.
Just for a day.
It was really exhausting. So exhausting.
She sighed and lowered her head to kiss her sleeping daughter. A smile crept on her face unconsciously.
Rainy was indeed her little angel.
In the Chu villa…
Song Wan kept staring at Li Manni’s belly as her face turned somber. It had been three years. She thought they would be welcoming a grandchild soon. However, her wish remained unfulfilled after three years. She felt so much older.
“Ah Lui.” Song Wan pulled her son. He was much taller than she was, and she never had to worry about him. This time, she was really at a loss of words.
“What is it, Mom?” There was no smile on Chu Lui’s face. Yet, with Song Wan, he did not exude the distant feeling like he did towards others.
“Ah Lui, when do you plan to have a baby?” She asked, restrained. They might not be in a hurry, but she was. Watching their friends with grandchildren has almost driven her husband and her mad.
She sat by the bed as she held her daughter’s small hand. This child was being stubborn. She had told her not to help, but she continued to do the laundry with her.
Actually, what could a three-year-old do to help? She was still so young.
Her daughter’s hands were cold, and she warmed them with hers. As soon as she placed the doll in Rainy’s arms, she hugged it and coiled her tiny frame with her feet together. Xia Ruoxin pulled the blanket over her daughter’s body and her feet.
After that, she took out a sketchbook and a pencil and sat by the bed. She watched her daughter and began sketching.
It was a very thick book. Everything from the beginning until now was sketches of Rainy since she was a baby. The first day she was born, the first time she drank milk, the way she grumbled when she had her first taste of the rice paste, her first steps, and the first time she called ‘Mommy’.
Her daughter had no photographs; the sketches her mother had drawn were far more precious. She had recorded the growth of her daughter with her own hands with great care and detail to the way she looked.
Rainy retracted her feet further. A sweet smile appeared on her cute face with the doll in her arms.
“Mommy…” Xia Ruoxin put the pencil down at the sound of her voice and rested her hand on her daughter’s face.
“Mommy is here.”
She caressed gently. The child had a very tender complexion. She ran her fingers over her tiny eyebrows and her long eyelashes.
She studied her daughter, trying to find something, but she could see no resemblance of that man.
The child looked like her and nothing like her father, except for her black pupils. Also, the bridge of her nose was slightly higher than hers. Perhaps, that was it.
She removed her coat and lay beside Rainy. The bed was not big, and she scooped her daughter in her arms. This was how they had lived all these years.
“Sleep well, Rainy.” She kissed her daughter’s cheek and closed her eyes. There was an aching pain above her elbow. In fact, her whole body ached, and she wished she could have a good rest.
Just for a day.
It was really exhausting. So exhausting.
She sighed and lowered her head to kiss her sleeping daughter. A smile crept on her face unconsciously.
Rainy was indeed her little angel.
In the Chu villa…
Song Wan kept staring at Li Manni’s belly as her face turned somber. It had been three years. She thought they would be welcoming a grandchild soon. However, her wish remained unfulfilled after three years. She felt so much older.
“Ah Lui.” Song Wan pulled her son. He was much taller than she was, and she never had to worry about him. This time, she was really at a loss of words.
“What is it, Mom?” There was no smile on Chu Lui’s face. Yet, with Song Wan, he did not exude the distant feeling like he did towards others.
“Ah Lui, when do you plan to have a baby?” She asked, restrained. They might not be in a hurry, but she was. Watching their friends with grandchildren has almost driven her husband and her mad.
