"Take good care of him." Li Xi turned her head and glanced at the sleeping child again, then pulled Susha'ao's hand on her shoulder and held it tightly in her own.
"I will." Along with your share. The man who was called proud recited the second half of the sentence silently in his heart. He took out the hand held by Li Xi and hugged the sad man in front of him. He was obviously more fragile than himself, but why did he persist so stubbornly. This way he taught himself how to let go, how to be willing to let go!
"Wei Yang..." Li Xi muttered a word muffled in Su Shaao's generous and warm chest.
"What?" The man didn't understand what Li Xi said, so he loosened his arms slightly and lowered his head to ask.
"Susha Weiyang." Li Xi's eyes were already red, and her voice was choked with sobs. That was the child's name, the name he gave him.
"Susha is still young." How could I not know your thoughts? They are still young and stretch with no end. Deep in the man's heart, he hopes more than anyone else that he and Li Xi can be together forever.