When Sunday morning arrived, Xiaoyun woke up from his sleep.
Once out of the guest room and into the hallway, he could see breakfast had already been made.
Meanwhile, over in the living room, Leyan was sitting on the sofa with Yongyi in her arms, her black eyes seeming as if she hadn't slept all night.
"Honey, you're awake. Breakfast is already done."
Xiaoyun gave a quiet nod as he slowly sat down beside her. His eyes stared dead into her eyes as anger appeared in his mind.
But in the end, the anger disappeared. The fist turned into an open palm as he looked towards the baby in her arms.
He couldn't bring himself to do it. Not in front of someone whom he loved. After all the things Leyan had done for him in the past.
The rational part of his brain told him the sympathy he felt was Stockholm syndrome. But his heart told him it was a man's responsibility.
