Fang Qingyue smiled lightly, breaking the silence: "Yuhan, I'm awake."

When Shen Yuhan heard her voice, he immediately turned around, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He quickly walked to her side, lowered his head and held her hand, his tone filled with uncontrollable tenderness: "Qingyue, how do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Fang Qingyue shook her head slightly. Although her body was still sore, her heart was very calm: "I'm much better. I'm fine."

Her eyes swept across the room and soon fell on the small cradle beside her.

A hint of hope appeared on his face. "Where are the children? Are they okay?"

Shen Yuhan smiled and nodded, his eyes full of tenderness: "Everything is fine, both little guys are very well behaved."

As he spoke, he gently lifted up Fang Qingyue's upper body.

She adjusted the pillows beside the bed and signaled the nanny to bring the child over.

The two babies in swaddling clothes were carefully brought to Fang Qingyue's bedside.

She reached out and gently touched the baby's face.

The children moved slightly and made soft sounds, looking very cute.

"Huaiyuan, Qingge." She called softly, her voice full of tenderness.

Shen Yuhan looked at his wife and children, and a soft emotion rose in his heart.

At this time, he walked aside.

He picked up the breakfast that had been prepared long ago and gently handed it to Fang Qingyue: "Qingyue, eat something first. You just woke up and you need to take good care of your body."

Fang Qingyue smiled, nodded, took the bowl of porridge, and began to eat slowly.

She ate while looking at her child, with motherly tenderness in her eyes.

However, Shen Yuhan stood aside.

His eyes unconsciously fell on the two children, and he seemed to want to hug them personally.

Fang Qingyue saw what he was thinking and couldn't help but teasing him, "Yuhan, have you ever held them?"