"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby…" Pei Yicheng's deep voice, lowered and softened on purpose, sounded so beautiful.
Xu Nianhua's eyes sparkled as she looked at him, her face full of excitement—she never expected that when Yicheng sang a nursery rhyme, it'd be so lovely!
Listening, Xu Nianhua started feeling sleepy again, and soon drifted off into a deep sleep.
...
The sky is bright.
Jiang Wanru and Ji Ying, the two moms, spent the whole night worried that Pei Yicheng wouldn't be able to handle the baby, and that Xu Nianhua wouldn't get proper postpartum rest. So, as soon as the sun rose, they showed up.
"Yixian didn't cry, right? Did Nianhua sleep well last night?"
The two moms looked at Xu Nianhua as soon as they arrived, then glanced over at little Pei Yixian.
"Really well, just perfect. Last night, I didn't get up even once—Yicheng took care of the baby the whole time."
"He even sang lullabies—so nice!"
"I think Yicheng is truly a great dad."
