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That night, Cheng Yun brought the child into the bedroom to sleep with her.
A one-year-old child is at his most naughty. He crawls all over the bed and plays non-stop. It took more than an hour before he finally fell asleep.
After taking care of the little guy, Cheng Yun and Gong Zhan both breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the extra child on the bed, Gong Zhan felt indescribable emotions when he thought about the child being sandwiched between them and separating them all night.
"It's okay for the child to sleep with us once or twice occasionally, but it's not good to do this all the time."
"I have to work tomorrow, and you have to go to school. You can't afford to not get enough rest."
Cheng Yun disagreed.
"He was so young and needed his parents by his side. But we left him in the care of a nanny right after he was born. I felt so sorry for my son."
"He has the best food, clothing, and daily necessities, so how can he be pitiful? We spend a lot of time with him. You're overthinking it."
Cheng Yun didn't say anything. She lay down and looked at the sleeping child sideways, as if thinking about something.
After a while, she suddenly said something.
"Yes, compared to those orphans who lost their loved ones at a young age, whose fates are controlled by others and whose lives are as insignificant as ants, our children are truly so lucky."
"For some children, having enough food and warm clothes is a luxury."
"I'm too greedy. I always feel that what he has now is not enough."
The past is like a wound. Although it doesn’t hurt anymore, it will still leave a scar that can never be erased.
The man rubbed Cheng Yun's head lovingly.
"I suddenly thought of those things. Are you too tired recently?"
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