She had to know she could keep a woman happy, keep a child safe, keep a family together, and still be standing when the world tried to tear it all apart.
Because if she could not do that, then any feeling she had would be unfair.
That thought made her chest heat up in a different way.
Yan Cijin came out of the bathroom after a while with the little girl wrapped in a towel. The child's hair was still damp and fluffy, and she looked like a freshly washed little bun. Yan Cijin had a towel hanging around her neck too, and a few drops of water still clung to the side of her face. Bai Li, who had been pretending to read the group chat again, looked up without thinking. Their eyes met for a second, and Bai Li's heart gave a tiny kick she refused to acknowledge on the spot.
