Zhao Yi returned to their room with light, floating steps.
"You're back so soon," Lin Xiaoqing, who was looking outside through the glass window, turned her head, addressed Zhao Yi, and waved him over with a gesture of her hand.
Zhao Yi sat beside the bed, embraced Lin Xiaoqing in his arms, and asked with a smile, "How does it feel?"
"It's fascinating," Lin Xiaoqing replied with a smile, "We're continuously rising, and the acceleration keeps increasing. The speed is really fast. I never imagined that one day I'd be able to ride a spaceship, and with you beside me too."
Glancing at Zhao Yi, Lin Xiaoqing pouted and said, "I wonder how the child is doing?" She was starting to miss her baby.
It's like this with women who become mothers, seemingly just over a day without seeing their child, and they begin to miss them.