This time, his chewing movements were noticeably more natural and fluid. His cheek movements also moved a little faster, and his expression was focused, as if he was exploring some new and exciting world.
He lowered his eyelashes, and his long eyelashes trembled gently like a small fan. There was a gentle tranquility in his gray-blue eyes, which was pleased by the food.
The sunlight fell on his slightly bulging cheeks, and the usual coldness and alienation were completely dissolved by this sweet exploration, revealing an almost childish, heart-melting cuteness.
Sun Guixiang became more and more adept at feeding the baby, and her movements became less nervous and clumsy than at the beginning, and more skilled.
Ye Qingliu quietly finished the last bite of cake and let out a slow, long sigh.
The soft glow in his gray-blue eyes that had just been illuminated by blueberries quickly faded away, and was covered by a thick layer of drowsiness.
The long eyelashes became extremely heavy, and every blink seemed extremely difficult.
He shook his head slightly, his movements looking weak and tired.
Sun Guixiang was looking at the empty snack box with satisfaction. When she looked up, she saw Ye Qingliu trying hard to stay sleepy.
"Tired?" Her voice was very low, with a gentleness almost like a whisper, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
"Take a rest after eating... Close your eyes and get some sleep... Grandma is here..."
The last bit of clarity that Ye Qingliu was holding on to completely collapsed at the magical words "Grandma is here."
His gray-blue eyes finally looked at Sun Guixiang very slowly and deeply.
There was no longer the usual calmness in his eyes, no more guard, only a complete, almost childlike dependence and trust.
Then he nodded very slightly and submissively.
The movement was so small that it was almost invisible, but it carried a heavy feeling like a declaration of surrender.
Then, his gray-blue eyes, which carried so much fatigue, slowly and completely...closed.
His long eyelashes cast a thick and quiet shadow under his eyelids. His body, which had been slightly leaning forward, slowly and relaxedly leaned back against the raised backrest of the hospital bed.
Her pale face looked exceptionally peaceful in the afternoon sun, a bit of shiny lavender candy stain still remained on her lips that had not been completely wiped off, and her breathing became long and steady.
He fell asleep.
Her skinny hand, extremely slowly and with an almost pilgrim-like piety, reached out to the edge of the dark gray velvet blanket draped over his chest.
The rough fingertips carefully picked up the soft edge of the blanket and pulled it up very slowly, bit by bit.
The blanket was gently and properly pulled upwards, finally covering the area below Ye Qingliu's graceful chin, wrapping his entire body warmly, leaving only his face, which looked exceptionally peaceful and pure in his sleep, exposed.
Sun Guixiang carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt, making sure that every seam was tightly fitted and not a single gust of wind could leak in.
She even gently pressed the edge of the blanket against the crook of his neck.
After doing all this, she slowly and long breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't leave immediately.
She sat down on the stool again, a little closer.
The hunched back leaned forward slightly, and the cloudy eyes were like the gentlest net, densely covering the sleeping boy.
Sun Guixiang looked at the hand, her cloudy eyes filled with deep pity and an almost instinctive desire to protect it.
She reached out her skinny hand, covered with traces of time and calluses, extremely slowly and with unquestionable tenderness.
Carefully and extremely gently... she placed it on the back of Ye Qingliu's slightly curled hand.
Her dry, warm, rough palm pressed firmly against his slightly cool skin.
Her fingers, with an extremely natural and gentle force, loosely, yet incredibly firmly... held his fingers.
Not rubbing, not squeezing.
Just hold it gently, firmly...
Her body temperature was transmitted silently and continuously through her palms.
Her rough fingertips gently and soothingly stroked the slightly protruding light blue veins on the back of his hand, which represented the flow of life.
The ward fell into complete silence.
Only the regular, lullaby-like "tick-tick" sound of the instruments echoed softly in the warm sunshine.
Occasionally, when Ye Qingliu was in a deep sleep, his fingers under the corner of the quilt would move very slightly and unconsciously.
Every time this happened, Sun Guixiang's skinny fingers covering the back of his hand would gently and soothingly close a little bit.
At the same time, her low, almost inaudible voice would whisper in the warm air like a dream:
"Go to sleep..."
"Grandma is..."
"Have a sweet dream..."
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