Bai Ruozhu felt more and more upset as she spoke, her voice starting to choke. She couldn't clearly explain why she was upset; she didn't realize how obtuse she was when it came to feelings, just feeling a sense of unease in her heart.
Little Dengdeng didn't seem to understand, he was too hungry. He was nursing furiously, almost choking himself.
Bai Ruozhu helped him by gently patting his back, but her thoughts had drifted far away.
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The next morning, Bai Ruozhu carefully hid the set of clothes that Jiang Yichun had given her. She dressed in ordinary clothes and picked up Dengdeng to leave the room.
Seeing Dengdeng sleeping peacefully, Lin Ping-er sighed, "This child really can't be without his mother. See, the moment you came back, Dengdeng's sleep has become settled."
Bai Ruozhu giggled, looking at the adorable Dengdeng. Of course, her son was closest to her.